CHAPTER 33

Agatha ran to the washroom and cleaned herself, but when she came out she found that her school clothes were torn. She picked the pieces and yelled in disbelief. She had saved for so long to afford buying new uniform.

The first uniform that she was given by the school was old and she couldn't wear it. She had to look like the others rich kids in school, so she saved and purchased a new uniform.

The washrooms door open revealing Sage,

 "what do you want, did you also come here to make fun of me," she spat.

"Think all you want, here I brought you changing clothes," she place new set of clothes on the sink.

"I don't need them, take your filthy clothes with you," this ungrateful bitch had the nerve to refuse her.

 "Listen here, I don't know what's your problem with me or your obsession with Maeve, but you need to stop behaving like a dog," Agatha rose up stretching to slap Sage, but sage saw it coming.

 "You bitch, you dare call me a dog?" she tried getting out of Sage's grip but she was weak compared to Sage.

 "You motherless prick," this caught Sage's attention and griped her even more tightly,

 "What did you just say?" Agatha was the last person Sage expected to know about her personal staff. Seeing her confused face Agatha become more happy,

"I know everything," She smiled an ugly smile that made her look like an ostrich. "Yeees, how your dad sold you to the old beer house," Sage let go of her and moved back.

"Oh, you never knew…" She continued to mock her. "Dear precious daddy never told you, hahaha."

 "You are lying you don't know anything about my dad," Sage was on the verge of tears, all this information was new but she had a feeling that all that Agatha said was true,

"Oh come on, you are soo useless and clueless I wonder what else you so called mother never told you." Agatha took slow steps towards the sink, she really wanted the clothes.

 "You are such a lair and you know what forget about this," Sage took the uniform from the sink and left. Agatha could only wear her torn clothes.

"Good, that suits you well," she was clouded with phones taking pictures of her and started whispering,

"Oh, I never told you she lives in the twenty nine streets,"

"That's the ghetto area,"

"She's lied about her dad owning a company,"

"Really does he not?"

"No you dummy, he owns a chicken factory,"

"And her sister sells her body to pay her fees,"

The students whispered and a laughed, but she walked passed them and boarded a taxi.

 Sage ran straight home and went to the backyard, She dag the particular spot that she had seen the other day.

 But after digging and digging she found nothing, that's when it hit her that before leaving she sensed that someone was watching her, maybe they dug and took what she wanted.

 "Sage," She looked back and saw Khalil and Alan.

 "What are you guys doing here?" she whispered. Khalil took few steps to her and hugged her. He heard what happened but never knew what was said in the washroom.

 Her red fluffy eyes were evident that she was crying. Alan looked at her and signed, he had known her for quite some time and it was hard to get information out of her.

"Nothing much, just some misunderstandings" she tried to smile which failed.

"How about we go to Mark's place, you can vent there," Alan suggested and without a hustle she agreed.

In Khalil's car Alan volunteered to drive so the two can have time together. Sage slept the entire drive and Khalil served as a pillow.

"It's really hard to get her to talk." Alan said. Khalil could only look at the distressed girl sleeping. Her brows furrowed every time meaning that she had a bad dream.

"No let's go to Country B,"