A girl was walking alone on an empty road during a dark night .
She wear a pair of black heels , and the sound of those heels was echoing through the silent Street felt strangely terrifying
Click…clack…click…clack…
The next morning,a girl entered in” NEW SPRING ACADEMY ” and walked through the hallway towards the headteachers office .
“Any news about Miss.Chen ?
She asked calmly.
“Not yet ” the teacher replied.
“She’ll possibly arrive in 2 days.
“oh…thank-you”.
She turned back and begin to leave.
Ring!
Ring!
The telephone suddenly rang .
“Usagi!
Usagi!
” The teacher called out in surprise.
“Miss.Chen is coming tomorrow!”
Usagi slightly bowed her head respectfully.
She walked towards her classroom.
The movement she entered , the teacher announced her arrival to the class.
Most of the students exchanged strange looks and make unpleasant faces, clearly unhappy about her presence.
However, Usagi looked surprisingly happy.
“Usagi, come inside”, the teacher said.
Usagi quietly walked into the classroom.
“We will continue this in next class”, the teacher added before leaving.
Just then, another teacher entered in the room holding a few papers in her hand.
The entire class immediately fell silent.
“Jennifer, Ella, Enid, and Laulilla,” the teacher said coldly, “stand up and leave my classroom.”
The four girls froze in shock.
“But why, miss?
What did we do?” Jennifer demanded angrily.
“Yes, miss!” Enid added, clearly confused.
The teacher crossed her arms, her expression stern.
“Oh?
Then why don’t you ask Usagi about it?”
The entire classroom fell silent.
Slowly, Laulilla turned toward Usagi.
“Usagi… what did we do to you?” she asked nervously.
Usagi looked at them calmly, her face unreadable.
“When I tried to sit on the first bench according to the seat rotation, all of you bullied me,” she said softly.
“You mocked me, harassed me, and treated me badly… so I reported it to the teacher.”
The girls’ expressions darkened instantly.
Jennifer clenched her fists tightly and glared at Usagi, anger burning in her eyes.
“You’ll regret those words… my dear.”
Hi!
This is my very first novel, and I’m only 14 years old.
I’m still learning, so please be kind.
If any part of this story feels personal or relatable to your life, I’m sorry.
Thank you for giving my story a chance.