Beneath the scars

Two

Freen sigh in relief after seeing the registration office. Taking a deep breath, she then slowly push the door open. Scanning the huge office, she pressed her lips to her right side then proceeded to the further table, which is the only one available.

"Good morning, my name is Freen Sarocha. I didn't get my schedule, can you help me?"

The older woman looked at the younger one intently, as if the latter inquiry is a joke.

"Is there something wrong?" Freen curiously asked. She's not that stupid and the lady is pretty much obvious.

"Nothing, sorry. Of course, give me a minute." The older lady responded and work on her computer while secretly glancing at the younger one.

"Look, I'm not sure what's going on but if you're not gonna hurry up I'll be late." Freen sarcastically stated. The older lady frown, clearly offended by the younger one.

"Well Ms Sarocha I don't have a magic that just a flick of my finger whatever you ask will appear in a second. Can you just sit there quietly so I can work? And your attitude won't help and being associated with Mr Waraha—"

"Would all due respect, I really hope you will never associate me with that name. And my attitude reflects on how you treated me. If only your hands works as fast as your eyes checking on me, you could have given me my schedule right now." Freen retaliated.

The older woman scoff loudly while eyeing Freen in shock.

"Kids nowadays! Guess your mom didn't teach you right." The older lady arrogantly responded.

Freen angrily squinted her eyes while her finger balled into a tight fist. Roughly pushing her chair back, Freen angrily slam her hands on the older lady's desk when..

"Be careful Ms Sarocha, you don't want to be suspended on your first day right? This school will never tolerate violence no matter who put you in this institution. Better watch your attitude because this ain't like any other school. This institution holds up to its name, don't ever stain this prestigious school legacy with your barbarous attitude." The older one dangerous roared, earning everyone's attentions.

"Well if only you know what you're doing we could have been done right now and you will not be this hysterical, getting everyone's attention. Can I get my schedule now or not? " Freen whispered hastily.

Turning towards the printer working, Freen stood up and grab the paper that came out. Stopping beside the desk of the older woman, Freen gritted her teeth then face the latter. "And the next time you belittle my mom, this prestigious school or its legacy will not stop me from smashing your ugly face on your desk." She chanted the walked towards the door.

"Wow, that's was really something. What a way to introduce and start your first day in here. I'm new in this school too. I'm Looknam or you can call me Nam in short." Freen frown and eyed the new acquaintance from head to toe then decided to ignore the latter and continue walking away from the latter.

"Guess you really have an attitude problem—-"

"Why are you following me? Get the Fu—- away from me." Freen hastily butted in rudely cutting off the other lady.

"Will can you chill for like a minute? I just want to be nice and be friends with you—"

" I don't want to be your friend and I didn't come in here to look for friends. Now is everything clear?" Freen once again cut off Nam then walk pass by the latter.