The two boys laughed, their brown eyes dark and lifeless even as they guffawed.
“Yeah, bitch, get back in the kitchen and make me a sandwich,” the second of the boys echoed, tapping his friend on the shoulder and gesturing at the soft, darkly colored girl. She continued playing her violin as she sat on the park bench.
“You ignoring us?” the first boy shouted, grinning like he’d won.
“I certainly am,” the girl said, her oaken skin shifting over her bones as her violin let out a beautiful noise. It was a shame, really, that the boys couldn’t appreciate the ethereal beauty of her strings.
“Oh, you think you’re hot shit, huh little bitch?” the second one shouted, emboldened by his companion.
“I just don’t think you’re worth the time,” she said, standing up, her violin still singing, a little faster now. She knew the boys’ egos would take a blow at her words. She hoped it would push them into com