"The Eight Angels. TEA. The leader of the gang is Trixie Marshall. You wouldn't want to be near them, let alone get into trouble. Trixie, as you saw earlier, will not tolerate anyone getting in her way. If she could, she'd hit you until you fell."
I can't believe I'm saying this, but… I'm worried about my safety in this school if there are a bunch of creatures like them.
C'mon, Daph. You can fight. Just hit them with a thousand shadow punches or spinning kicks, I whispered encouragingly. May God protect me in a terrible place like this.
The History class was bustling with deafening noises. Just as I set my foot on the floor, a baseball was thrown right into my forehead, making me suddenly groan in pain.
"Oh! My forehead!" I cursed softly, ignoring the rules I was supposed to obey. I feel like I want to explode my anger looking at the rude boys who laughed loudly at my blushing face.
"Come on, don't serve them," Mikaela whispered in my ear. She drags me to sit on an empty bench, adjacent to her. Several other girls had a simple appearance like Mikaela around me.
"New kid," Mikaela explained.
Smiling kindly, I introduced myself to all of them. "Hi, I'm Daphne Lane."
They introduced themselves one by one. The one wearing the glasses, Bianca Frey, is a science and math geek. Then the one who has a calm face next to Bianca is Shyla Reed, who has a hobby of designing clothes in her drawing book. And the one with a firm face and a tomboy look is Esther Pieters. Even though she's a tomboy and looked so strong, Esther never dared to challenge the popular kids at this school.
They are all potential friends of mine. At least they're not as weird as my friends here. Do you know? It wasn't long before a group of guys who were my classmates in History class started throwing jokes by spelling my nape DOPE-NE.
Since in History class, those who already know me call me DOPE-NE.