Trouble, Trouble, Trouble
“I hate you brat.” (she did not say ‘brat’ FYI, she said a meaner version of it) She uttered the words as if it didn’t contain venom, frowning as she stared down at me. I should feel afraid, unease even, but strangely I didn’t. I was more amused with the fact that my life was slowly becoming the plot in The Glory. A schoolmate, harboring deep feelings of hatred, gonna do unspeakable things to me, huh? I was not wondering about the probability, I’ve heard of numerous bullying cases happened throughout Malaysia. But, why? I looked back at her, increasingly growing more curious of this unexpected attack. At 7.30 in the morning nonetheless. Can’t a girl just try to finish her Biology homework in peace? “Um.. what did I do?” “You know what you did.” Her eyeballs bulged, as in disbelief that I had the audacity to ask her that. Wow. What the heck did I do to her that pissed her off this much? “Obviously I didn’t, hence the question…” She leaned forward, hands on the edge ...