Rebecca

Rebecca doesn’t need words to annoy people her shotgun does all the talking. Whenever boredom hits, she grips it tightly and starts furiously cocking it, again and again. The sharp click-clack echoes through the room, a constant, grating rhythm that everyone around her can’t ignore. Her expression stays flat, maybe a faint smirk tugging at the corner of her lips, as if she knows exactly how irritating it is. She keeps racking it over and over, not because she needs to but because the sound itself is her weapon of choice against silence and patience.No one has to ask why she’s doing it. They all know this is how Rebecca entertains herself.