Anything For Her

Queenie had this strong urge to ruin Sophie’s life completely; nothing could make that idea vanish from her head.

She wanted Sophie to meet a fate worse than death, and she would make Cyro see the latter’s true color.

Queenie phoned her elder cousin, who was involved in the underworld.

“Hey, you’ve always fancied Sophie, right? She’s back.”

When it was time for physics class, Carrie, their teacher, slammed the pile of test papers on the table the moment she entered the classroom.

“What is going on with this class? The questions are so simple, yet your answers are absolutely absurd! Out of all thirty classes in this grade, this class is at the very bottom!”

“Well, that’s to be expected, Mrs. Fletcher, given somebody here got a zero,” commented Queenie coldly.

At her words, Carrie glared at Sophie. Her eyes became increasingly malicious.

“Sophie, you can be a failure all you want, but don’t bring other people with you.”

Raising her head, Sophie retorted, “I’ve never disturbed you while you’re teaching, have I, Mrs. Fletcher?”

“What do you mean by that? Are you expecting a thank you from me?”

“Of course not.”

“People like you are useless to society. I don’t even know why you exist in this world.”

“Don’t you think you’re too much, Mrs. Fletcher?” uttered Ysabelle, as she could not stand it any longer. “Do people with bad grades deserve to be insulted like this? As a teacher, you’re supposed to have morals.”

“You aren’t that good either, Ysabelle. Look at your grade. It’s trash.”

Carrie could not control her emotion. She had a fight with her husband at home, and she vented her anger out on her students.

Hearing what she said, Ysabelle was enraged. “You—”

“If we manage to get good grades, would you apologize?” questioned Sophie icily.

“You? Good grades?” An outcast like you?

“I hope you’ll apologize to the whole class after the monthly test, Mrs. Fletcher.”

I’ll apologize as long as you pass this subject, but if you don’t, leave the school. Don’t be a drag

that Sophie would pass

I can’t believe there’s such

class, Ysabelle worriedly ran to

was just too difficult a subject. Moreover, Sophie

“Don’t worry about that.”

incident, Sophie listened to the lectures mindlessly,

a genius or something? How would a failure

It’s only a matter of time till it backfires on

even provoked Carrie. She’s

the class disliked Carrie, for she was too emotional—she was always in a bad mood with the class for no

scorned Sophie, although she never did anything to them. It was just that she was too

school to self-study. Arriving at the

Ysabelle wanted to ignore her, but Queenie seemed to be in pain, so

all right,

hurts, Ysabelle. Please

the state Queenie was in, Ysabelle

in the class until seven o’clock, Sophie went

are you, Ysabelle? Why

you want nothing to happen to

Queenie’s voice, Sophie

a scratch found on Ysabelle, I will beat you to

that, Queenie only sneered. Now that I have Ysabelle, she’d better watch her

call the police, I’ll ruin

up and sent an address to

I am?

doing this, Ysabelle. Blame Sophie instead. If it weren’t

I seriously wish I could slap this

nonsense any longer,

words fell, a thug came forward from behind and taped Ysabelle’s mouth with duct tape,

it! I’m going to teach these thugs

asked Harvey Lane, Queenie’s cousin. He had fancied Sophie in the past.

“Yes, she’ll definitely come.”

involved in the underworld. There’s no

Just then, Sophie arrived.