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Tranaiah Cryssalyn's
"Good morning, Naiah."
My classmates greeted me as I walk down the hallway of our classroom. As I enter, the class fell silent with all their stares at me.
Who wouldn't? I was the only Tranaiah Cryssalyn, the campus's queen bee.
I sat down on my chair beside my friends and opened my notebook.
Studies before trashes.
"Naiah's really good!"
"Of course, she's the best."
"The smartest."
"The meanest too."
"No, she's the kindest."
"No, she's very mean she's just smart."
I pretended not to hear the gossips around me and just minded my own business. I was studying Math because we have our monthly evaluation today. I'm currently in my senior year and at the top. In everything. Because I am Tranaiah Cryssalyn.
"Naiah, after class?" Brielle, my best friend, asked me again about our plans later.
"Yup, the nightclub." I then smirked thinking about the amount of fun we'll be having tonight.
"Don't beat your face up too much 'kay?" I reminded her because if not, she might look like a clown once again.
"That's a cap! I'm a snack." She insisted and got her shiny mirror out.
"No cap," I replied with a smirk and browsed my notes once more before the teacher arrives.
"Okay, class." My head quickly turned up when I heard Ms. Johnsosn's voice and footsteps.
"Good morning Ms. Johnson." We all treated in unison as we stand up.
"Yeah, good morning. Have you reviewed your notes?" A lot of answered were no but of course, I answered a confident yes.
I am always confident. Because I am Tranaiah Cryssalyn.
"Naiah, did you?" She turned her stern voice to me.
"Yes, Ms." I answered with my head held up high.
"Okay, let's start." The room was quickly filled with sighs and sounds of bags opening. I grabbed my IPad and so did the others too.
"The link is sent, start answering. You only have an hour and thirty minutes." She announced making me quickly open the quiz in split-screen to have a scratch.
Opposite to what I expected, the test was actually very easy. I finished answering all questions in less than thirty minutes and got a perfect score.
"What?! Naiah that test was high key difficult!" She complained as we walk to the cafeteria.
As soon as class finished, I quickly turned into a different person. I put my hair down and got Brielle's mirror to put on a red lip. I also got a lollipop as we walk in.
"Here comes Cryssalyn."
"The mean bitch."
"She is so two-faced!"
"See?! I told you! She's not kind."
I turned to them with a smirk and got my lollipop out of my mouth.
"Do I look like a two-faced b***h?" I mocked her and made my face look like an innocent girl with a pout as she shivers in fear.
"Yes," I answered my own question and smirked again. I pushed them to the side and walked my way to our seat while Brielle and my other friends follow me.
"That deadass slays!" Another girl from my friend group commented.
"I know right," I answered back. I was still smirking until I saw a girl sitting on my chair.
"Mind moving?" I sarcastically said and kicked the leg of my chair.
"I got here first." She clapped back. A newbie huh...
"Transferee?" I asked and opened my palm in front of her asking for her ID.
She quickly understood and gave me her ID even though she was hesitating.
"Andrea..." I started off and smirked at her.
"Get out of my chair and meet me at the gate," I said and pushed her food off the table and placed mine on it. I brushed the dirt off the chair before I sat down and crossed my legs. The girls also sat on their own chairs, following me.
After school, we all met at the gate for our night out. My smirk grew bigger as my eyes catch a glimpse of that girl. Andrea...
"Are you ready?" I asked her as I take my hair off the bun once again. I grabbed Brielle's shining mirror and applied a red lip once again.
"Let's go?" I asked them and hailed a cab. We asked to be dropped off at the mall to change clothes.
We walked into the restroom and did our routine. I took off my clothes and put on a black lacy little dress. I also got my heels on and faced the mirror to fix my face.
Andrea was just staring at us doing our own things.
"Aren't you gonna change?" I asked her because she was just standing there holding the straps of her backpack.
"Don't you have clothes?" I asked again when she didn't move a bit. I got the hint and gave her my extra clothes.
"Here." I gave her a velvet top and a leather skirt. I pushed her into one of the cubicles to change before continuing my business.
I then pulled her and fixed her naturally wavy hair and added some makeup on her face.
"Let's go," I told the girls and we went on our way to the club.
This year, we are now legally able to have fun and party without going to jail. This year set us free.
This year has set me free...
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