THE REAL QUEEN

Sonia's eyes narrowed, and she sneered at me. "You think you're tough, don't you, Luna?" she spat. "You think you can take me down?"

I shrugged, my smile still plastered on my face. "I don't need to take you down, Sonia. You're already doing a great job of making a fool of yourself."

Sonia's face turned purple with rage, and she took another step closer to me. But I still didn't back down. Instead, I stood my ground, my eyes locked on hers.

Olivia, who had been watching the exchange with interest, suddenly spoke up. "Hey, Sonia? I think you're forgetting something."

Sonia turned to Olivia, her eyes flashing with anger. "What are you talking about?"

Olivia smiled sweetly. "You're forgetting that you're not the queen bee around here anymore. That title belongs to Luna now."

Sonia's face fell, and for a moment, she looked like she had been punched in the gut. But then, her expression hardened, and she sneered at me. "This isn't over, Luna. Not by a long shot."

The scene erupted into cheers and chants as students gathered around me, congratulating me on my newfound status as the queen bee of the school. The energy was electric, and I couldn't help but feel a sense of pride and accomplishment.

"Queen Luna! Queen Luna!" the crowd chanted, as I smiled and waved, basking in the attention.

Meanwhile, Sonia looked on, her face twisted in a scowl. She seemed to be seething with anger and humiliation, and I couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction at having finally taken her down a peg.

Shame on you, Sonia, indeed!

Xavier, looking every bit the stylish and confident student he was, walked into the scene, his pink suit, spray, and earring making a bold statement. His brothers, equally stylish, flanked him, all of them wearing matching pink outfits.

The students, still chanting and teasing Sonia, couldn't help but stare at the fashionable quartet. But Sonia, desperate for rescue, ran to Xavier, falling onto his arm and bursting into tears.

"Baby, they're humiliating me!" she wailed, her voice dramatic and attention-seeking.

"Hey, hey, what's going on here?" he asked, his voice firm and authoritative.

Xavier was irritated. His eyes narrowed as he gazed at Sonia, her face streaked with tears, her voice trembling with desperation. She clung to his arm, her fingers digging deep into his skin, but he didn't flinch. Instead, he stood rigid, his jaw clenched in annoyance.

He didn't want to be bothered with her drama, didn't want to deal with her tears and tantrums. He had more important things on his mind, more pressing concerns that didn't involve Sonia's fragile ego.

"Get a grip, Sonia," he snapped, his voice low and even. "It's just a little teasing. You're not going to die from it."

Sonia's face crumpled, and she let out a sob. Xavier rolled his eyes and detached himself from her grasp. "Don't be so dramatic," he muttered, turning to walk away.

But Sonia's voice stopped him. "You don't understand, Xavier," she wailed. "They're humiliating me. They're making fun of me in front of everyone."

Xavier sighed and turned back to her. "Sonia, you need to toughen up. This is high school. People are going to tease you. It's not the end of the world."

Sonia's eyes flashed with anger, and she took a step closer to Xavier. "You don't understand," she repeated, her voice trembling. "You're popular, Xavier. You're one of the cool kids. You don't know what it's like to be me."

Xavier raised an eyebrow, his expression skeptical. "Oh, poor Sonia," he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "No one understands you. You're so unique and special."

Sonia's face turned red with rage, and she looked like she was about to explode. But before she could say anything else, Olivia stepped forward, a smirk on her face.

"Hey, Sonia, I think Xavier's trying to tell you something," she said, her voice sweet but deadly. "You're not as important as you think you are. And if you can't handle a little teasing, then maybe you shouldn't be here."

The hallway fell silent, with all eyes on Sonia and Olivia. Sonia's face was a picture of fury, while Olivia looked calm and collected. Xavier, meanwhile, looked like he was enjoying the show.

Xavier walked away majestically, his pink suit gleaming under the fluorescent lights of the hallway. His brothers fell into step beside him, their eyes scanning the crowd with a mixture of amusement and disdain.

As they disappeared around the corner, the hallway erupted into a chorus of whispers and snickers. Sonia's face was still red with rage, while Olivia looked satisfied with herself.

But amidst all the drama and commotion, one thing was clear: Xavier had made his exit, and he had done it with style.

Luna raised her head high and walked away with Olivia, their heels clicking in unison as they left the chaos behind. They didn't look back, didn't acknowledge Sonia's cries of despair as the students continued to taunt her.

The hallway was a blur of jeers and laughter, with students throwing crumpled paper, broken pencils, and even a torn notebook page at Sonia. She stumbled backward, her eyes wide with tears, as the students closed in around her.

But Luna and Olivia were long gone, disappearing into the crowd with an air of confidence and superiority. They knew they were the ones who ruled the school, and Sonia was just a pathetic footnote in their grand narrative.

The agric teacher, Mrs. Johnson, stood at the front of the classroom, surveying the students with a keen eye. "Okay, class," she said, "today we're discussing crop rotation. Can anyone tell me why crop rotation is important?"

The classroom fell silent, with most students staring blankly at their notes. But two students, Xavier and Luna, were already engaged, their hands shooting up in unison.

Mrs. Johnson smiled, nodding at the two students. "Yes, Xavier?"

Xavier launched into a detailed explanation of the benefits of crop rotation, citing examples from different agricultural systems. Luna listened intently, her eyes narrowed in concentration.

When Xavier finished, Luna jumped in, her voice confident and clear. "I disagree with Xavier's point about soil erosion," she said. "While crop rotation does help to reduce soil erosion, it's not the only factor at play."

Xavier's eyes sparkled with interest, and he leaned forward, engaging Luna in a lively debate. The two students went back and forth, discussing the finer points of crop rotation, their voices rising and falling in a lively rhythm.

The rest of the class watched in awe, mesmerized by the intellectual sparring match between Xavier and Luna. Mrs. Johnson smiled, nodding her head in approval. "Excellent discussion, Xavier and Luna. You two are really getting to the heart of the matter."