“Hey, monster girl!” I froze when I heard the voice and my grip tightened around my backpack.
And slowly, I spun around
to face queen B.
With a devilish smirk and her hands that were folded beneath her almost flattened chest, she stared at me.
“I’m not a monster girl! I have a name and that’s Rose.” If I could say that out loud.
But I couldn’t and had already accepted that as the name they called me and I just smiled stupidly whenever they called me that.
“Your Dad dropped you off, what an expensive car you’ve got.” I had nothing to say to queen B. Don’t forget that name, if you wanna call it, add some respect to it. It wasn’t quite easy being the queen Of Quinns Highs school. That’s because she keeps thinking she’s Beyonce. Like what the...
“She’s just a cleaner’s daughter. Not even important.”
There was always a subordinate clause. The witch was always beside her, she was the one not important, don’t even ask for a name, she was the witch behind B. They were the worse bullies we had.
“Hi..” I found herself saying with a slight wave. After all the thousands of words, that had run through my head, I had settled for less.
“How did you even breathe? Wasn’t it suffocating in there?” She squeezed her face in disgust.
“Why would it be.” I forced a smile on my face at her.
“Told you. She ain’t worth the second we spent on talking to her.” She rolled her eyes at me, staring at me with disgust.
“There’s a reason we are here, Carol.” Berlin gave her a side glance.
And then she had a gaze back at me, I moved a unease on my feet.
“Where’s your project?” She hooked her hands at me.
Damn! That’s right, they were to submit the project today, I scoffed, knowing the reason why she had confronted me.
They had no shame, do they?