'Just what is wrong with this principal?! He's ruining all my plans!' Cynthia thought as she nervously pinched her extremely tight black skirt.
Clara on the other hand almost fainted in anger as she felt overwhelmed by a mixture of rage and disappointment.
'I knew it! I knew it! I knew it all along! That once this greasy principal set his eyes on that wretch, he'd not think twice about giving the post to her!'
As the principal and his assistant adorned Arya with medals, sashes, and awards, the assembly hall roared with applause. Arya stood frozen, a flurry of conflicting emotions swirling within her. Some students praised her for her beauty and intellect, acknowledging her as a deserving choice.
However, all these were sore to Clara's eyes.
She couldn't watch them any longer!