Was this a dream or a reality? She didn't even know how to react. Her brain was blank and her heart was drumming.
BLACK SHEEP! BLACK SHEEP!! BLACK SHEEP!!!
First of all, she took a life! And now her family is going to be dragged down with her and then.....police?!
"No...no...I'll do whatever you say...."
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Love cleaned a drop of tear from her phone with her fingers, "I have already taken this path. I had a choice and now I can't turn back the hands of the clock."
***
"Hmph, I'm leaving," Camille uttered and stood up leaving immediately.
"Aren't we going after her?" Emily asked smiling like a cat just given milk.
"No, she'll come to meet us on her own," Meethi replied.
"Everyone's just so annoying. Distracting others during classes, not minding their business, calling me a matchmaker.....hmph..!" Camille fumed as she sat on a bench.
The day was bright and she was seated under a tree whose leaves were already withering. Unknown to her, her head had numerous leaves on them. People passing looked at her weirdly while she just glared at them telling them to stay far away from her.
But to her greatest annoy, someone sat beside her and began touching her hair. People suddenly began smiling and talking.
"You...how dare you touch me you st....," the rest of the words got stuck in her throat by the time she turned around. Another face was close to her face. Deep brown eyes, pointed nose, pink lips and oval face......
She swallow hard and pushed him away angrily, "How dare you? Are you stupid?! All of you are nuts!"
Siddharth, "..."
He was speechless. What did I do? I simply wanted to help you remove the bird's nest from your hair and now I got scolded. Haish!
Camille's marched back to Emily and Meethi to see them howling and laughing like hyenas.
"I tol....told you Em....Emi...tha..that... hahahahaha."
Camille was already too angry to bother with them as she went to her hostel with a face as black as the bottom of burnt pot.
As one of the popular figures and always being on surveillance by others, the girls immediately began discussing soon as she slammed her room door,
"Why does she look so angry?"
"Maybe she had a fight with her friends? Who knows?"
"Boy problem?"
"Is they're all dragging a guy?"
"I don't think so. I saw Meethi and Emily laughing."
"Maybe they angered her."
"Ahem...., they're coming. Let's watch."
"Camille, Camille, sorryyyyyy. Please come outtttt. Don't be mad anymore," Meethi pleaded.
Camille was currently in her room holding her phone. She wanted to call her mom now,
[Camille: Hello mom. How're you all doing?]
[Cordilia: Oh my baby, we missed you so much. How're you doing? Where are you? Have you lodged now? When can we visit you? When is your break? Are you.....]
[Camille: Mom, mom, mom. Calm down, I'm fine.]
[Cordilia: OK darling. But I hope you haven't gotten into any trouble?]
Camille's heart jumped to her throat. Has mom being spying on me? If she finds out about the matter with Meethi, she won't let it slide. It would surely blow out of proportion and the media will get the wind of this and then all efforts will go down the drain with Meethi ending up in the juvenile station.