Revenge | [discontinued]

Prologue

A lot of mistakes and errors are detected in this story. Read at your own risk.

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Prologue

Stella's POV

"Please, don't! I beg you." I plead in frustration to the boy in front of me, my breath is terribly ragged from the effect of holding the tears that nearly come out of my eyes.

If only I could dig my nails on his jerky features in hope to hurt him, I'd be willing to do that with all my heart. But I know, I wouldn't have an encouragement to honestly do that.

"Why does this necklace seem so important to you?" he asks, raising an eyebrow as he examines the necklace in his grip deliberately.

Have I ever told you before how jerky the boy in front of me is?

"I-It was my mother's birthday gift when I was 15. It actually means so much." Unexepectedly, my voice cracks and the tears freely start to fall down my cheeks.

Oh shit, not now. Not here.

"Oh, look guys! The loser is crying now," the boy glances at me before continuing with a smirk plastered on his annoying face, "and well, because you're a loser and a waste of space, I won't give this to you."

His words cause his gang and the crowd to immediately erupt into laughter. I bow my head with hair as my curtain, not knowing what exactly to do.

How I actually wish that I've never been in high school because reality is way sucker than expectation. How I wish that I could be a kid again so I wouldn't have to deal with this painful world and cruel people. How I wish that this is absolutely just a long nightmare and someone would suddenly wake me up and I could be independent from this hell.

With tears still streaming down my face, I turn on my heels and dash out of the school as fast as I can. Everybody gives me various kinds of looks, but I don't truly give a damn about them.

Without me realizing it, my hands have curled into tight balls as the memories of what has happened this whole high-school time rush into my mind in a flash.

Dave Clayton.

A boy who has been bullying me ever since our first meeting. A boy who seems to hate me passionately. A boy who spots the other person's weakness without realizing that nobody is ever perfect.

And today, I've decided to make a deal with myself.

I, Stella Clark, am going to make the asshole learn my lesson.

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I know this is a motherfucker shit, but this is my first story and I'm sorry for those mistakes I've made. I'm trying to fix it, so yeah.

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