For example, “The pack hated Jeanette. She was the most successful of us, the one furthest removed from her origins. Her real name was GWARR!, but she wouldn’t respond to this anymore. Jeanette spiffed her penny loafers until her very shoes seemed to gloat… She could even growl out a demonic-sounding precursor to ‘Pleased to meet you.’ She’d delicately extend her former paws to visitors, wearing white kid gloves.”(Russell 233) However everyone, even the nuns, hated the less accepting ones even worse. “…The truth is that by Stage 3 I wanted [Mirabella] gone. Mirabella’s inability to adapt was taking a visible toll. Her teeth were ground down to nubbins; her hair was falling out. She hated the spongy, long- dead foods we were served, and it showed- her ribs were poking through her uniform. Her bright eyes had dulled to a sour whiskey color. But you couldn’t show Mirabella the slightest kindness anymore- she’d never leave you alone! You’d have to sit across from her at meals, shoving her away as she begged for your scraps. I slept fitfully during that period, unable to forget that Mirabella was living under my bed, gnawing on my loafers.”(Russell 235) As the girls were calling each other out, they started questioning themselves, the change, and what would happen if they
For example, “The pack hated Jeanette. She was the most successful of us, the one furthest removed from her origins. Her real name was GWARR!, but she wouldn’t respond to this anymore. Jeanette spiffed her penny loafers until her very shoes seemed to gloat… She could even growl out a demonic-sounding precursor to ‘Pleased to meet you.’ She’d delicately extend her former paws to visitors, wearing white kid gloves.”(Russell 233) However everyone, even the nuns, hated the less accepting ones even worse. “…The truth is that by Stage 3 I wanted [Mirabella] gone. Mirabella’s inability to adapt was taking a visible toll. Her teeth were ground down to nubbins; her hair was falling out. She hated the spongy, long- dead foods we were served, and it showed- her ribs were poking through her uniform. Her bright eyes had dulled to a sour whiskey color. But you couldn’t show Mirabella the slightest kindness anymore- she’d never leave you alone! You’d have to sit across from her at meals, shoving her away as she begged for your scraps. I slept fitfully during that period, unable to forget that Mirabella was living under my bed, gnawing on my loafers.”(Russell 235) As the girls were calling each other out, they started questioning themselves, the change, and what would happen if they