FATAL ATTRACTION

3.

Eva walked into her bedroom, exhausted from a long day of work. She plopped down on her bed, opened her laptop, and started trying to write some song lyrics.

But no matter what she tried, nothing seemed to sound right. She started to get frustrated, when suddenly her phone pinged with a notification.She ran out of her room and into her father's study,

"Dad, what's the meaning of all this? Another scholarship?" Eva said, a mixture of anger and confusion in her voice.
"What's wrong with that?" Jericho asked, his brow furrowed.

"Everything's wrong with it!" Eva exclaimed, throwing her hands in the air. "All these low-life students are going to be joining us again, and you know how much I hate that!"

"I'm not the school authority," Jericho said, his voice calm and measured. "I can't control who gets accepted into the school."

"But you own a big share of the school, you must be able to do something about it!" Eva protested.

"I wish I could, but I can't," Jericho said, a note of regret in his voice. "It's not up to me who gets accepted to the school. It's out of my control."

"But you have to do something!" Eva exclaimed, her frustration mounting. "You can't just let this scholarship go ahead! I don't understand why poor students should be attending a school for rich kids."

"They're human too, just like us," Jericho said, his voice calm but firm.

"But they're not, Dad!" Eva exclaimed, her voice rising in frustration. "They're all annoying, irritating, and disgusting! And now there are more of them coming to our school? It's too much! You have to do something!"

"I understand your frustration," Jericho said, his tone soothing. "But they're just kids, like you. They don't deserve your hate or anger. They're just trying to get an education like you are."

Eva clenched her fists, trying to control her emotions."Is that all you have to say?" Eva asked, her voice thick with emotion. She turned on her heel and stormed out of the room, her frustration and anger boiling over. Jericho watched her go, feeling helpless in the face of her anger.

As Eva stormed into her room, she slammed the door behind her and pulled out her phone, dialing Collins' number.

"Hello?" came his voice on the other end of the line.

"Have you heard?" she asked, her voice tinged with anger.

"What?" Collins replied, his brow furrowed in confusion.

"There's going to be a scholarship program at our school!" Eva exclaimed. "And over a thousand low-life students have already applied! This is ridiculous!"

"What scholarship program?" Collins asked, still sounding puzzled. "I thought there wasn't going to be one this year."

"Apparently, there is," Eva said, her voice dripping with annoyance. "And I'm not happy about it."

"I feel the same way," Collins said, his voice sympathetic. "I don't even know what to do about it. I can't imagine having to share a classroom with all those new students, let alone the ones we already have to deal with. They're just so annoying."

"I know," Eva said, a note of frustration still in her voice. "But I don't know what to do. I can't just ignore them."

"You don't need to stress yourself out about it," Collins said, trying to sound reassuring.

"I can't help but stress about it," Eva said, sounding exasperated. "I can't stand the thought of having to take classes with all those new students, let alone the ones we already have to deal with. They're so annoying, and it's always such a struggle to get through the day."