Upon entering MIX, Summer towed me into an empty break room furiously.
Before I could come back to my senses, she complained, “Erica, I'm regretting my decision to come here. All I was doing was having my lunch, and they ganged up against us. They wouldn't let Sonia and I order together, and they avoided us as if we had some kind of contagious disease! Say, why do these b*tches in MIX get to act all high and mighty? Everyone's out here selling themselves. Do they honestly think that they're clean?” Summer's face was bright red, and there was a barely controlled fury in her eyes.
Unsurprisingly, the girls at MIX were bullying Summer. I knew how she felt, but her words were too harsh.
“Don't say that, Summer. What do you mean by selling ourselves? You're degrading yourself,” I consoled as I pulled her to a chair and patted her back.
Summer peeked at me and huffed. “That's exactly what we're doing. They make it seem like we're elites of the society, yet we're nothing but prostitutes.”
Her words rendered me speechless. Back in Phoenix, although I would not say such harsh words myself, I was used to hearing them from the surrounding people. Hence, I had not given much thought to Summer's crudeness. However, now that I was used to an environment like MIX, Summer's words were exceptionally tough to bear.