Maureen had her hands within her school uniform pockets, about to enter the classroom.
But just then, she was halted by a call.
"Maureen." Bianca, with a stack of printed materials in her arms and worry evident in her reddened eyes, walked towards Maureen.
Swiveling her head to glance back, Maureen acknowledged her and without a greeting, spun around to continue her way into the classroom.
Years of hard work and dedication to accumulate some reputation, only to be crushed under Bianca's aura again!
"Wait! I have something to discuss with you."
Bianca quickly scuttled a few steps to intercept Maureen.
Maureen regarded her potted plant - its tender sprout noticeably trembling and halting its growth as Bianca approached it.
How could she be in a good mood? Maureen's brows furrowed,
"I have nothing to discuss with you."
Some people in the hallway turned to look. Bianca bit her lip.
