Disgruntled , my eyes again turned rheumy. It felt like each corner of my heart was being pierced by a needle. I could see clearly how everything which has been mine , is getting stolen or snatched by none other than Miss Kiera Gilbert. I love nothing in her other than her name. But now it too makes my ears burn! All my classmates startled especially at my silence and I realized Miss Kate glaring at me , though it was hard to notice her eyes under those fat round glasses she wore. Miss Gilbert was eulogized greatly for her speech. But the uproar of the hand clapping actually signified numerous bullets being fired at me. I could feel myself in a battle field and being hit from every corner by everybody. Amidst everything going on in the class , I was concerned most about how I'll be slapped in the face by Miss Kate with her harsh words. Before she could say something,
The bell rang!
At least something happened in favor of me.
Taking a deep breath, fighting with my tears and turning deaf ear to all those criticisms thrown at me I managed to get out of my seat till I noticed Patrick staring at me with a number of questions going on in his mind. Before he could proceed I stopped " Don't . I beg!" I ran from my class giving him no importance.
It has always been a struggle making way through the crowd especially when you are the subject of gossip. Paying no mind to every " Miss Elizabeth did this", "Miss Elizabeth is no more Perfectionist", sort of chit chats going on , finally I figured an empty room. I went forward to close the door and be all by myself till I noticed Patrick racing towards me.
All my hallucinations turned into reality when he closed the door leaving only two of us inside.
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Fall Like A Feather (Teen story of a Millionaire {#Wattys2016}
Teen FictionEver thought of how a life changes drastically by just a grand entrance of an unknown person in your life. Well The Miss Perfectionist Elizabeth Taylor is experiencing the same thing. All her life gets perplexed when she meets a girl with her own im...