With a suddenness that surprised her, Kyra was being thrown away. Anger flared in her and before she could think, she was up and slapping her hand across his cheek. His words echoed in her head and she felt bile rise in her throat, her stinging hand balling into a fist at her side. 

“Filthy rich brat...nice comeback smartass. Let me tell you something and I hope your damn well listening, I got here on my own merit. My father was an alcoholic man who began to beat me after my mother's death, then one day he lost his goddamn mind and set our house on fire. I jumped from our three-story home so I wouldn't die, after that I worked myself to exhaustion to get a scholarship here. Newflash I got it and my so-called rich parents? Yeah I don't any so get off your high-horse and leave me the hell alone” Her whole body was trembling now and she could feel the heaviness of a panic attack settling into her chest. She clicked her tongue once before moving to the edge of the roof they were currently on, her legs feeling stiff at the movement. 

[i]Whatever beef he has, I've had it.[/i] With a deep sigh that didn't seem to actually fill her aching lungs, she jumped. It wasn't a far jump and with a nod she landed and tumbled to she wouldn't hurt herself further. She mentally counted to ten as she rose and dusted herself off, the panic having faded and leaving her empty. 

“Go bother someone else.” She hissed into the cool air, before flexing her fingers and beginning to walk. She'd have her grandmother call the school and tell them she wasn't feeling well, Kyra really didn't want to be here anymore.  [@Mae]