[Resident Evil Series #2]
[Piers Nivans X OC] Abused, abandoned, abducted, alone. Cheryl Hansenʼs life revolved around terrorism. But when she reunites with her childhood friend who reminds her of home, he taught her again what she learned from him...
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I SAT SLIGHTLY curved on my chair, hands on my lap, as I listen to the impatient ticking of the grandfather clock echoing through the whole room. I flick a glance at Phyllis, who sat adjacent from me, and I could read her expression of mixed mild amusement and indifference; posture straight and rigid, screaming confidence.
"Thank you for taking time out of your busy schedule to come meet with us today, Mrs. Nivans," The principal finally uttered, catching all of our attention. I glanced at Lorraine, who only nodded in acknowledgement, her expression unreadable. "I don't want either of us to keep wasting our time so I'm going straight to business. Mrs. Nivans, your niece," He shot a glance at Phyllis, "beat four fellow students—one with a dislocated shoulder, one with a broken wrist, one with a broken nose and another one with a busted ankle. They are all in the hospital getting medical attention right now as I speak."
Lorraine closed her eyes, a sigh escaping her lips. I shot a bewildered look at Phyllis, and she stared at me back. "You did what?" I mouthed to her, mouth gaping open. She just shrugged in response.
"No lawsuit were filed against her, as the victims said that it was unnecessary. However, investigations are still ongoing and considering that this was only her first offense, I will only suspend her for two weeks."
Phyllis grinned, "Sweet."
I caught the hint of annoyance that painted Lorraine's passive face. The slight narrowing of her eyes and the twitch of her eyebrows. The principal's expression was more evident though.
"For your information, Ms. Nivans," The principal trailed off in a hard voice, "if not for your brilliant mind, your actions are grounds for expulsion right here and now."
"I'm sorry for the inconvenience, Mr. Brown," Lorraine shot a stern look at Phyllis, who is probably wondering whether the principal's surname suits him because his hair is already graying. "But thank you for bringing this to my attention. I assure you that this will be the last trouble you'd heard of from her." She offered a wry smile, "Is there anything else?"
The old man cleared his throat, shifting uncomfortably on his seat. I don't know why but Phyllis somehow find his reaction amusing.
"Somebody is having a little crush on my aunt..." Phyllis murmured under her breath while she pretended to brush away some imaginary lint on her dress. I lightly kicked her shin from under the table, begging her to shut her mouth already.
Luckily, the old man didn't seem to hear her remark or he just ignored it. He rose from his seat, buttoning up his suit, "No, that would be all. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have some errands to run."
We mirrored the principal's actions, I slung my bag on my shoulder as we collected ourselves out of the office. We trickled through the busy crowd of students; however, our world seemed so silent as we push through the building and out of the school premises. I took a glance at Phyllis who had her hands slipped inside her leather jacket pockets, and it left me to wonder how she managed to break four athletic students without breaking a sweat in that attire. But what's more mysterious to me is that she can still walk around in a sundress albeit the weather is at its freezing point.
