Back in eighth grade, a new girl transferred into their class. Word was she cfrom the countryside, but
instead of being rough around the edges, she was delicate, pale, and almost angelic-she caught everyone's
attention the moment. she walked in. Even the job of holding the class sign at the upcoming sports meet, which
should have gone to Illeana, was handed to the new girl under the pretense of “helping her fit in.”
That's why, the night before the sports meet, Illeana called her to the auditorium-to show her, in no uncertain
terms, who was in charge, just like everyone else before.
At first, the girl tried to shield herself with her hands, but she was nowhere near as fast as Alessia. The
basketball slammed into her arm, leaving dark bruises that stood out starkly against her fair skin. Ileana just
laughed, delighted with the spectacle.
She'd expected the transfer student to beg for mercy. Instead, the girl actually tried to fight back. Too bad she
wasn't paying attention and tripped over a rolling basketball, twisting her ankle. Her scream was music to
lleana’s ears. She knew then-no one else was getting that sign-holder spot but her.
“Aren’t you afraid I'll tell the teacher?” the transfer girl choked out, red-eyed and trembling, the picture of
helplessness. To lleana, though, she looked like she was just putting on an act. Jealousy clawed at her insides,
making her want to punish this girl even more.
“Your family’s broke, right?” Ileana sneered, towering over her, the smugness thick
in her voice.
“What do you think would happen if | gave your parents ten grand? Wouldn't they just fall at my feet with
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtgratitude?” She cocked her head, pretending to be curious, a cruel smile playing on her lips.
The transfer student turned ghostly pale, unable to utter a word. She'd had to fight tooth and nail just to
convince her parents-who never wanted to invest in their daughter-that coming to this city school wouldn't cost
them a dime. She’d promised them she'd win enough scholarships to send money hevery year. Only then
had they grudgingly agreed.
If she had to go back home... if she had to go back, it would all be over. That terror gripped her so hard she
couldn't stop shivering.
“Please...” Her voice was barely a whisper, thick with tears.
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She stared at lleana’s expensive designer sneakers, tears spilling down her cheeks and splattering on the gym
floor.
“Please what?” lleana’s grin only widened.
“Please don’t tell my parents. I'll do whatever you want, | swear. I'll listen-I'll do anything... please...” Sobbing,
the girl clung to the hem of lleana’s uniform trousers, only to be kicked away in disgust.
She fell silent, crouched on the floor, too afraid to speak. The fear of being sent houtweighed everything.
Only one thought echoed in her mind: | can’t go If | go back, my life is over. | can’t go back!
back.
“Remembering all the disgusting things you did?” Alessia’s voice snapped Ileana out of her daze.
Her eyes lost focus for a moment.
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“Funny how you can ruin a girl’s life and forget about it so easily, Illeana.” Alessia tapped her cheek, her
expression icy cold.
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