Chapter 22 Myron Morris

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As Esther walked towards her class, she noticed a group of bullies circling around a weak-looking student. The boy's pale skin and sunken eyes made him look like a fragile doll. His shoulders were slumped, and his eyes were cast down, avoiding eye contact with the bullies. Esther recognized him as Myron, a boy she had met before. Memories came back, emotions building up in her chest.

The bullies, led by Brandon, were a rough-looking bunch. They were all tall and muscular, with menacing scowls on their faces. Brandon, the leader, was particularly burly, with a thick neck and a cruel grin. He was about to throw a punch at Myron, but his words choked in his mouth as his gaze landed on Esther.

Esther's beauty was captivating. Her long, dark hair cascaded down her back like a waterfall, and her piercing blue eyes seemed to bore into Brandon's soul. Her skin was smooth and flawless, and her full lips curved into a cold, calculated smile. Brandon was instantly mesmerized.

"Hey," he stammered, trying to regain his composure. But Esther's grip on his hand was like a vice, and he couldn't shake her off.

"Bullying kids on school premises, how quaint," Esther said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "Do you guys have a betting pool on how many kids you can intimidate in a day?"

Brandon's face turned red with anger and humiliation. "Mind your own business, sweetheart," he sneered. "This doesn't concern you."

Esther's smile was cold and calculated. "Oh, but it does concern me. You see, I have a thing against bullies. They're like cockroaches - annoying and hard to get rid of."

The other bullies snickered, but they looked nervous. They knew Esther's reputation, and they didn't want to mess with her.

"Well, well, well," Esther said, her eyes glinting with amusement. "Look who's trying to be tough. You're not even in my league, Brandon. You're just a pathetic little boy playing dress-up in your daddy's clothes."

Brandon's face contorted with rage. "I'll show you who's tough," he growled, charging at Esther.

But Esther was ready for him. With a swift kick, Brandon was flying towards the wall, his limbs broken. Esther stood over him, her eyes blazing with intensity.

"I thought you were stronger," she mocked, "but you're just a waste of space."

The other bullies scurried away, fear etched on their faces. Esther turned to Myron, who was staring at her in awe.

"You need to get loyal friends next time," she said to Brandon, her voice dripping with sarcasm.

"Let's go Myron," she later said, her voice softening slightly. Myron's eyes widened in surprise, and he looked at Esther like he was seeing her for the first time. His mouth hung open, and his face was frozen in shock.

"How did you...?" Myron stuttered, his eyes searching Esther's face.

Esther smiled, her eyes glinting with amusement. "Let's just say I know you, Myron," she said, her voice low and mysterious.

Myron's face was a picture of confusion and surprise. He looked like he had been punched in the gut, and he couldn't catch his breath.

Myron later followed Esther to the clinic, where she dressed his wounds personally. As she touched his skin, Myron felt a surge of gratitude towards her.

"Why are you helping me?" Myron finally asked, looking up at Esther's face.

Esther's smile was enigmatic. "It seems you've forgotten me already," she said, her voice low and mysterious. "Have you forgotten the academy?"

Myron's eyes widened in fear as chills ran down his spine. How could he forget such a horrible place? He nodded his head, his voice barely above a whisper. "How did you know?"

Esther's smile grew wider, her eyes glinting with amusement. "Because I'm your sister."

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