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?

me, how did

and sent me flying with

in the nose. It's still bleeding, and I think she broke

punch each! Officer,

"Shut up!"

it anymore

grown men, getting into a fight is one thing, but pushing all the blame onto a girl? Aren't you ashamed?

can, she really can! Officer, you gotta

was on the verge of tears, heartbroken. They weren't

was

Met

Officer Johnson just wouldn't believe

help but feel

image was indeed

was just a delicate flower and didn't

you who beat them,

who clearly wasn't part of

be him who had beaten Buzz and

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