Chapter 23 Class System

Valerie spent her weekends browsing eBay.

She couldn’t pay online, so she asked Jayvion to help her. She would pay him back in cash.

Buying all the stuff she wanted, Valerie cheered up.

She was fantasizing that her money amounted up.

On Monday morning, she happily picked up her backpack and walked to school.

“Hey!”

Valerie just got off the bus when she was grabbed by the arm.

She frowned out of the pain.

She turned around unfriendly to see the boy pulling her arm.

The boy was probably her classmate. He was wearing cute round glasses with black frames.

Due to the glasses, Valerie couldn’t see his eyes clearly.

He had soft hair and a wolf–tail haircut.

So stylish?

Yet so cute?

“Let go of me!”

“I have something to tell you.”

The boy grabbed her more tightly while speaking in a rush.

Valerie gasped.

“Let go of me, and we’ll have a chat. Otherwise, I’ll yell and say you’re bullying me.”

Noticing people looking at them, the boy instantly let go of Valerie.

“Can we talk now?”

“Go ahead.”

Valerie got rid of the boy’s hand and stroked her wrist.

The boy gritted his teeth and looked at Valerie.

“This way. We’ll talk there.”

The boy looked around and pointed to a nearby alley.

“Why bother? Can’t we talk here?”

The boy shook his head fiercely.

to

sighed and

beside each

got any money? Give it

tone. His hands clenched the straps of the backpack

at him up and

She realized something.

search in my pocket and

“Well, alright.”

head in disappointment. He glanced at

the boy was wearing one, there were some bruises on his occasionally exposed

still and thought for a while.

would it matter to her? Why would she

and slowly walked

were not as

to scrape off the thumbtacks bit by bit. She didn’t care about their

dared to

felt that Valerie would do

was sitting in his seat. When he saw Valerie coming in, he immediately put

was ashamed of what

at him and threaten him with what happened

was pounding. His legs under

to her seat without

breathed a

he slowly tilted his head

one knew what he was

the bell rang, the teacher

did math exercises in her seat. She

the classroom was getting

The sound became louder.

didn’t sound like

her head and looked

at the classroom door, some

their hands into pockets together, scanning the

“Hey, where is Mica?”

boy with squinting eyes and a hooked nose. His name

was cropped

like à

Mica White, all the classmates looked at the boy with a wolf–tail

narrowed her

Mica with his

classmates were first–grade

never saw

seats, not knowing

hid in

and squinted his eyes in

the feeling he

He swaggered to Mica.

raised his hand, signing for his boys

you dare? You let us

Tsk.

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