Our next subject is almost free time. Except the part that we need to answers the activities in the book that our teacher left.
We are told that she was absent due to personal reasons and left with some activities. And after that, we'll free to use our time if we have an assignment in other subjects that we need to do.
Such a genius.
"9-6, your activities will be submitted to me. You can pass it to me until Ma'am's times up!" Our class president announced.
The pages were written in the chalkboard and the number of activities.
Luckily, I brought my book in English. It's pain as heck asking others to share their books. Much better if I share my book with them than them with me.
Soon after, I quickly finished it. No one asked me to lendy book to them so, I passed it to our class president as soon as possible.
"Woah. So, here she is!" A group of girls suddenly appear outside our room. They're roughly 8 or 9 girls. Everyone's looking at them because they're too loud.
I didn't pay them any attention. I didn't even know them.
I clean my table and put my pad paper and book in my bag. Sit comfortably, and open my phone.
"HEY B*TCH! ARE YOU IGNORING ME?!" Shocked was painted in my face as I see my phone flying away.
I stand up and pick my phone up. Checking it if there's any damages. It was my brother's gift for me when I entered highschool.
"REALLY? ARE YOU –"
"What's the fuss? Do you need to smacked a phone just to get someone's attention?"
"I was calling you, b*tch! But you kept ignoring me!"
"You're calling me? Why? I didn't even heard you calling my name? Was calling someone's a b*tch makes that their names?
...And who are you even? By the looks of your PE uniform you're a senior high. I don't have any acquaintances in senior high."
"HAH! I don't need to know your name! Because you're a b*tch! That's all I need to know!"
I sighed.
Calm down, Rits.
Don't egg them.
"What do you want?" Luckily, it was the phone case that got damaged. Not the phone itself.
"Hand it over." She said brusquely.
"Hand it over? Of what?"
"Goodness! Acting innocent, b*tch? Give me back the Brent's letter!"
I raised my brows in confusion.
A letter? And of whom?
"I don't get you. Why would I have the letter of that Brent's– or whoever he is!"
"B*TCH. DON'T TEST MY PATIENCE!"
"And I'm not!"
"Gracie! Look for the letter in this b*tch's bag!"
"HEY!" I tried to get my bag but this girl whoever she is– hold me and pushed me to her other minions.
"Don't let her go, unless I said so."
This is getting huge.
And I look at everyone in the classroom and everyone's just staring like they're watching a live teleserye happenings in their very eyes.
Even the classroom officers, they're shut their trap.
What a load of crap.
Leticia even avoided my eyes.
As if I'm gonna asks you some help, idiot.
I'm not even waiting for someone to help me. What I'm waiting is if there's truly someone's humane here to tell the teachers of what's happening here.
But, guess there's none.
Oh, there's one.
Our class president!
But he's been stuck with this girl minions and isn't able to help me.
They're blocking his way in.
"Diana! Is this the letter?"
I look at the paper that girl's holding and it was truly a letter.
A love letter at that!
A love letter that I only saw today!
"Where did you get that? Don't tell me you planted that on my bag? Geez. You seniors are a bunch of planted-bullet gang!"
Seriously?
"No. I searched thoroughly in your bag and I saw this at your Social Studies book."
"Would you look at that? B*tch's been denying yet evidence found!"
"My plea is still not guilty. Because that letter – it was my first time seeing it today! And to top of it all! You rushed in and accused me of something I've never done!
"HOW CAN YOU EVEN POINTED AT ME WHEN I DON'T EVEN F*CKING KNOW WHO'S THAT F*CKING BRENT!"
And then a loud slap was filled the room.
"YOU'VE DONE IT B*TCH! BRENT IS MY BOYFRIEND!"
"And who cares?"
"THAT LETTER WAS SUPPOSED TO BE MINE! AND YOU STOLE IT! YOU RUINED MY CHANCE!"
Ah– so that's it.
It was her love letter for whoever that jerk. And, to whatever's force universe unleashed... That f*cking letter suddenly appears inside my book is the problem here.
Really.
No one's stopping them from harassing me.
"Now, it's back to you. Can you stop this fuss and get your ass off of my face?" Calmly. I tried speaking calmly but I guess, my patience plus my voice join forces. I sounded brusque.
Her face started darkening give a kick in the stomach. As much as I want to fight back, her minions holding both my arms. Keeping me from attacking her back.
I don't know why this is happening to me.
I transfered here because my brother said that this school is much better than the previous school I attended. It is filled with courteous, kind, discipline, and open-minded people.
But it was only a propaganda.
There is no discipline at all.
I accepted the offer because it was only a 8-10 minutes away from the mansion.
Should I fight back?
If I didn't, there will be next. And so on.
But... If I did, it will only bring trouble to my brother.
Neither way, it's still will become a problem.