ELLA's P.O.V

"I'm sick and tired of this"

I kicked my desk. One of my classmates had emptied my bag and my books were all over the floor. One of my books that lay on the pathway had been trampled upon by fellow classmates who didn't care to pick up the book. The last straw that broke the camel's back was when I saw juice all over my desk and the juice had been dripping over my bag which laid untouched on the floor. The color of my bag had started taking another shade. One part of my bag looked soaked with the juice and the flamingo pink color of the bag isn't worthy of being called flamingo pink as it had a tint of mud all over it. The tint of mud seem like a work of art as it took a wavy pattern across my bag. Did I just say a work of art? I barely can recognize my stunning bag. The sight of the bag made me fume with anger.

"Who the heck did this?" I raged at my classmates. Nobody answered, they only stared at me. I hated this class, I never did like the set of teengers in my class. They are the most annoying classmates I have ever known since childhood. They always did something to annoy me, maybe because I just got admitted into the school last month. I knew they didn't like me with the way each and every one of them gave me a piercing look the first day I entered their class.

I slammed my face with my right palm. It's fine, I will clean up the mess by myself since no one took responsibility for the mess. I angrily stormed out of the class and march down the hallway to the student advisor's

SA

office, I was going to get a mob from the SA. When I got to the door of the SA, I kept pounding impatiently on Miss. Ivy's door before I realised it.

The SA quickly opened the door.

"What's wrong?" She gasped, thinking the matter was an emergency. Her red hair was disheveled and red imprints stood against her pale skin. She had been sleeping in her office.

"Sorry to wake you up," I apologized in a calmer tone than my knocking had suggested, "but I need to borrow the mob"

Miss. Ivy rolled her eyes and sucked her teeth, upset for having been disturbed for a trivial matter. She went into her office and brought out a mob for me. Immediately I took the mob from her, she slammed the door in my face without a word. Mrs. Ivy was so angry that she forgot to take my student identification card as a collateral.

I shrugged, too upset with what my classmates did. I didn't know which of my classmates made my desk, my bag and my books so messy but all I know is that none of them was innocent. Cause if truly they aren't guilty they could have helped me packed my books and assisted me with the cleaning. I took the mob with me and headed to my class.

In my class, I took one last look at the disastrous mess before I started cleaning. I firstly packed my books from the floor and arranged them on my seat. I took out my handkerchief from my bag and cleaned my disfigured bag. Though, the stains on the bag were difficult to clean no matter how hard I tried, but it was better than taking a muddy bag home. Then, I put my books into my bag. Good, I'm done with half the work. During this cleaning, no teacher came in because it was break time already.

I dropped my bag on my seat and set out to mob the messy floor. As I did the mobbing, I heard footsteps, chatting and laughter of some of my female classmates. They seem to be making jest of the mess I was cleaning. I ignored them and continued mobbing. Just then, a splash of water hit the floor I already mobbed and it also sprinkled on my face. I raise my head and saw Clara pouring out the water contained in her water bottle. The rest of her friends, Thelma and Louise laughed out loud making mockery of me. What exactly was funny? Thelma's dentition were what irritated me the most. Only if someone told her that laughing isn't suitable for someone like her. She had a dentition that are scattered and needed braces to keep them in the right position. The more she kept displaying her dentition, the more furious I was.

"What's the meaning of all this?" I ranted giving Clara an icy glare. Clara's brown eyes slowly traced every inch of the floor that I had mobbed. My gaze remained fixed on Clara, whose blond hair was carefully back in a ponytail and hung just above her shoulders. She was dressed in a sky blue shirt tuck in a short deep blue multi-pleated skirt and her light blue bow tie were a right complement to her dress. She was also wearing a navy blue socks and a black contina. That's the mode of dressing in my school, she was wearing the school uniform.

"Oh my God," Clara said, cupping her hands over her mouth. She was trying to play innocent "I'm so sorry, Ella. It was a mistake" she smiled boldly

"Yeah," I agreed sarcastically. I wasn't in the mood of being toyed with by any one. It's crystal clear that Clara was pretending and only wanted to make me angry. Well, I'm more than angry. Any more annoying words or actions from her. I swear I'm gonna bounce on her. She was only trying my patience. I ignored her again and continued mobbing. Even though it was obvious that Clara and her friends were the master minders of the suituation I was currently in, I didn't want to speak any further, because doing so would make me act very aggressive and I might break someone's bone.

As Clara realised that I didn't give a fuck about what she did earlier on. She called out to her friends to leave me alone.

"Hey babes, let leave the ba*t*rd alone" Clara said and her friends followed her.

"What did you say?" I asked incredulously in a whisper "what did you say?" The question now became a dare

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