Merciless ( SAMPLE)

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THE STORY WILL BE TAKEN DOWN ON SEPTEMBER 1ST

"Grace Wright and Oliver Wilson," Mrs. White had barely finished announcing when a loud livid voice intervened and I knew who it was. "Grace is already my partner."

Inadvertently, a deep breath escapes my lips and I am already anticipating the drama that awaits.

Mrs. White swept back her blond bangs with the taut gray hair that was previously sprawled across her forehead before clearing her throat awkwardly.

"But Miss Castillo, you are already paired with Bianca." Mrs. White voice.

"So?" Sofia asked, sassly.

"The partner ca...can't be changed-ed now," Mrs. White sputtered.

"No, my problem," replied Sophia, staring at Mrs. White with such intensity, almost intending to burn her.

I grabbed Sofia's hand and gave it a light squeeze, wordlessly entreating her not to make further issue about it. Being that stubborn woman, she jerked her hand from my grip without even bothering to look at me, and kept her angry, steady gaze on Mr. White, who was now visibly sweating.

I don't know why she is so adamant about making me her partner in everything. I understand that it is easier and more convenient to work with your close friend, but every time?

My eyes involuntarily roamed the surroundings just to find each and every eye Zeroed on us.

God, this is so embarrassing...

Flustered, I shrunk myself in an attempt to hide myself from the myriad eyes that were looking at us with different emotions in them. Some surprise and amazement. With some annoyance and some void of expression.

"Everyone is watching us. Stop it," I said sternly, but kept my voice at its lowest.

In my words, her head swam around the room, giving them a stinky look. Frightened, they all diverted their attention from us and looked ahead, where Mrs. White was standing behind the pulpit. Her hands rested on the sloping roof that had been balled into his fist. I am certain to control her fear if not anger. Or maybe both.

One thing I never understood was why the people around her were so afraid of her. I know she has a bad temper, but who doesn't? Perhaps it has to do with her rich background. This woman is rich and, when I say, rich. It means filthy rich. Her family practically owns half of the city.

"But-" Mrs. White began to protest Sofia, cutting her off.

"Are you defying me?" Sofia let out with a challenging gaze.

Mrs. White took her handkerchief from her suit pocket and wiped the beads of perspiration that had adorned her forehead.

Poor woman.

Slightly pushing her centuries-old circular glasses, she looked at the furious Sophia, who was still throwing daggers at her.

"You can pair up with Miss. Wright"

Immediately, a pleased smile adorned Sofia's lips.

"The class has been adjourned," announced Mr. White even when there were still thirty minutes left for class to end.

Without further ado, Mrs. White gathered all her belongings and carelessly threw them in her side bag and hurried out of the room. For fifty plus, she runs fast. I have to give her that. To be honest, it was an amusing sight to behold.

However, this humor did not last long in my system. The incident that happened a few minutes ago came back to me. Turning to a satisfied looking Sophia who was collecting my belongings and tucking them inside my bag.