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 that

and followed

beside each

“Have you got any

His hands clenched the straps of

looked at him up and

She realized something.

in

“Well, alright.”

his head in disappointment. He glanced at

was wearing one, there were some bruises on

still and thought for a while. But then

would it matter to her? Why would

adjusted the backpack and slowly

classroom were not as hostile to Valerie

used a knife and began to scrape off the thumbtacks bit

one dared to do anything to

felt that Valerie would do

in his seat. When he saw Valerie

ashamed of what

would laugh at him and threaten

heart was pounding. His legs under the table

at him and walked to her

boy breathed a sigh of

tilted his

one knew what

as the bell rang, the

in her seat. She had to

the classroom was

The sound became louder.

sound

immediately raised her

at the classroom door, some senior boys appeared

into pockets together, scanning the class full like

“Hey, where is Mica?”

squinting eyes and a hooked nose. His

hair was cropped

looked like

calling Mica White, all the classmates looked

narrowed her

walked to Mica with

were first–grade

never saw such

seats, not knowing

hid

and squinted

was the feeling

He swaggered to Mica.

his hand, signing for his boys behind to surround

You let us

Tsk.

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