"Are you Ciara? The one I've been hearing so much about?"
"And if I am?" Ciara responded defiantly, stopping dead on her tracks, and then turning around to face her stalkers.
She saw five of them in total. Four boys, and a girl.
'Not good...' Her thoughts trailed.
"Heard you took down that she-devil Mia, and what's more... You're a Tier 3? What a load of bull." The strongest-looking guy out of the bunch retorted.
"What do you want?" She snapped.
"Hey, see that's no way to talk to your seniors, princess." Another guy answered, obviously the stronger guy's lackey.
"If you have nothing else to say, I advise you to leave me alone... now!"
Ciara had been in a foul mood all day—no, for the past few days. She didn't need these people to tick her off even more.
