[COMPLETE]Romeo And Cinderella (Contestshipping)

Chapter Twenty Two: Nostalgia

Chapter Twenty Two

Brianna's POV

"Stupid brat! If you wanna kill yourself that badly you do it somewhere else!"

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"Oh look isn't it Miss Special." Katey Moore, a snotty blonde from my class, sneered at me. "'Brendan told me I could become a good journalist someday! Gosh I'm so happy I could die!'" She mocked me as the girls behind supported her with a lot of snickers.

My ears perked up at the usual tone of my daily aggressors. Even though it is something I am slowly getting used to, their snide remarks never fail to get my attention.

They were sick.

Getting used to them and having my attention numbed to them apparently are two different things.

As the setting sun slowly tinted the sky with ginger hues and lengthening our shadows down the pavement, another school day ended at LaRousse Grade School. The school bell had rang an hour ago and I decided to stay late to answer all my assignments rather than doing it at home later.

"Don't think you're so special just because Brendan talked to you cheeky brat!" The blonde menaced behind me by the school gates.

I bit the inside of my cheek and decided that it was best to just ignore them and move on, just like what I've always planned every day. Though there were some days that things just didn't go as I planned, thus earning me some bruises on the way home.

As I was about to cross the street I felt a rough tugging grip on my shoulder stopping me abruptly.

"Listen when I talk to you red-haired brat!" I soon came face to face with the girl I hated the most.

Since I was young my grandmother taught me a lot of things, like how everything can be solved without using force and violence. I love my grandmother and I respect her so much but even though with that much adoration I have for her, I just couldn't help but fight sometimes.

I slowly balled my hands.

I really am such a disobedient child.

A brat, as they all like to call me.

"Hey! I told you to lis-" I cut her off with a slap. From the way I knocked her back and the silence of her subordinates, it is safe to say that I delivered a quite painful blow.

She rounded her eyes in astonishment, just the way I liked it.

"Don't call me a red-haired brat, blond bitch!" I glared at her.

She gritted her teeth so much that I could faintly hear it. "You stupid red-haired brat!" She screamed before charging at me.

My heart set itself to disobey what my grandmother have taught me. I suddenly went fanatical into hurting her to the extent that she would leave me alone forever. So instead of meeting her charge at me, I simply took a side step and let her ran pass me carelessly and into the busy street behind.

She had plagued my life for five years. And now she's treating me worse just because Brendan simply talked to me?! Am I not allowed to feel happiness? Am I only allowed to feel remorse, ostracize from everyone for the rest of my life? That she would even wait me out here just to mock me for that slight happiness I felt earlier this morning when Brendan talked to me?