MILLICENT
“I don’t know,” I said slowly, finally lifting my head. “Are you a joke?”
Fiona’s pen paused mid-word as the air in the classroom turned still and everyone just stared at me in shock. Sandra’s smile froze.
I expected the reactions, until now Sandra has always been the one intentionally provocating me while I try to settle. But now here I am... Challenging the b***h.
There was a small twitch at the corner of her mouth, and I saw her nails flex slightly like she wanted to claw straight through my face. And maybe she would’ve, if the desks weren’t between us.
My calm must have pissed her off more than anything, but under it all, something was boiling, bubbling at the back of my throat and weighing heavy on my chest, the memory of my torn books, my ruined night, her smug face
