*Class number 2
“Back off.” I growled at the guy wearing humungous, thick – rimmed glasses and is seriously annoying the hell out of me. People should fear me. They don’t know what I can do.
“Why would I?” He answered me back sharply. I groaned inwardly. Can I skin this guy alive? Cause any moment now, I’m seriously going to explode.
He was this nerd looking guy who looked so vulnerable but is really sharp with his words. I shouldn’t have underestimated him.
“Do you really wanna get beat-up? Huh?” I said, giving emphasis to each word, trying to scare the hell out of him. I saw him widen his eyes but that faded away instantly.
“When?” Hah! He really got the nerve to ask me this? Even if I’m a girl, I don’t back down from battles and beat ups.
“Now.” I said, rolling my sleeves up. He scoffed. “Seriously? With all these people around? With the principal watching us?” He smirked as he pointed towards a certain direction. I looked at where his finger is pointing at, and there, I saw our principal.
I gulped. “Curse you.” I managed to say to him as my principal dragged me out of the mess.
“What are you doing Isabel? You go to school to study, not to beat up people! We value equality in this school and it doesn’t mean that even though you’re the director’s daughter, you’re free to do anything you want! My God! You’re a girl but you act like a boy!” My principal scolded me. Yes. You heard it right. I’m the director’s daughter. And me, as his daughter, is one of the main reasons why almost all – except for that nerd jerk is scared of me.
Ugh, it sucks to know that even my dad – isn’t in favor of my actions. Well, of course he wouldn’t be in favor because he wouldn’t tell this annoying principal to keep an eye on me if he does, right? /sarcasm/
“Whatever, I’m going out. Thanks for the 1 hour lecture.” I replied in sarcasm as I made my way to my next subject.
I was scribbling on my paper when our professor called my attention.
“Isa, come here please.” I stood up, wearing a bored look as I went near him. I could feel that all eyes are on me. Tch. Can’t I just poke their eyes out so they have nothing to stare? It’s like I committed a seriously big crime.
“Your grades are dropping. If you’ll continue to keep up with these kind of grades, I’ll drop you in my subject.” He warned. I scoffed. “And so?”
“Doesn’t this matter to you? You’ll repeat again for another year, and you might not even finish high school.” He said in a low voice but his words demand authority. I shivered. No, I don’t want to repeat again. Even if I’m like this, a rebel, a gangsteer or whatever you call it, I value my studies too. Err, scratch that. I value my reputation and I don’t want to be left behind. Like..what I used to be.
