Tyler
I froze, recognizing the voice.
“My aunt, how did you get here?” I asked, feigning ignorance.
“Get down from the bike, else–” Mrs. Ellen Weston ordered. Her tone was gentle but I and the others around knew that her voice was just a mere camouflage, when she wants to get bitchy, her voice will change and her real voice will surface.
“You just came to school to bully me, not fair.” I pouted.
“You bully people all the time and don't get to pay for it, not fair,” she mimicked.
I scoffed, “what do you want?”
“I want you in the principal’s office now and don't bother calling your accomplice, she is safely locked in the principal's office, and from what I heard her say she has run out of battery,” she said with a smile.
She had me there, of course, I was going after Rebecca.
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