Sarah stared for a long moment at the hand offered by the no account loser that had knocked her down as if it were a venomous snake poised to bite, "Back off you jerk. I can handle this on my own!" she snapped, working herself into a standing position despite Karen's hand.
"Look Sarah, I'm just trying to help, please..." Karen again stepped forward attempting to get into a close enough proximity to the girl to kiss her.
"Personal space, freak!" Sarah cried, pushing Karen away as she went in for the lip smack. Karen missed by a mile and continued to stumble forward, falling face first onto the ground, "Serves you right, you stuffed bra bitch." Sarah said, her voice filled with contempt.
"Hey, you OK?"
Karen managed to raise her head and see...
