There were three long reddish marks on her fair skin. "These were caused by my dad. I mistakenly dropped his file from the centre table while playing with Travis."
It was just a few months ago and the memory was still fresh in Chelsea's mind. She cried her to sleep that night clinging onto her bleeding arm but as expected, no one was there to pacify her.
"Seems like both our Dads are assholes." Chaya commented a little amused by the convenience of the situation.
This made her realise that Chelsea did indeed choose her friends wisely and from what she'd seen in the past week, the girl had serious trust issues.
"Yeah I guess so." Chelsea nodded in agreement and both of them laughed out as they tried to forget their pain.
"What's going on here?!" A mature feminine voice rang out from the entrance of the classroom.
Mrs Smith's stepped into the class, her arrival managed to dispelling the commotion that was taking place at the corridor.
