Flora’s Guide to a Second Chance at Love and Life

Officer Johnson shot Buzz a look of utter disdain, incredulous that a grown man would try to pin the blame on a girl. "Do you think I'm an idiot?" Officer Johnson scoffed. "A delicate young lady like her, taking on all of you?"

"She's not delicate!!! Officer, don't let her fool you!"

"Officer, really, it was her! You gotta believe us! We're the real victims here!"

A group of rough-looking teens were tearfully insisting on their victimhood, painting a near-comical picture.

Officer Johnson frowned. "You say she beat you up, then tell me, who was with her?"

"It was just her, all by herself!"

"Yeah, exactly! She took us all down on her own!"

After Buzz spoke, the group eagerly nodded, like a bunch of bobbleheads.

Officer Johnson's eyebrow twitched in irritation. This was an insult to his intelligence.

The girl's legs weren't even as thick as their arms. How could she single-handedly beat them up?

Who would believe such a story?

did

kicked me and sent me flying with just one

and she punched me right in the nose. It's still bleeding, and I think she

knocking us out with one punch each! Officer, I'm not

"Shut up!"

anymore and let a

but pushing all the blame onto a girl? Aren't you ashamed? She's a sweet and sensible girl, not someone who goes around

she can, she really can!

of tears, heartbroken. They weren't lying,

was

Met

Officer Johnson

couldn't help but feel a bit

image was indeed a

too thought she was just a delicate flower

who

landed on Kruz, who clearly wasn't

to be him who had

out: "No, Officer, it wasn't him!