The Queen Gangster

The clicking of her heels echoed in the halls as she entered the campus of the wretched school she had once left due to misfortune. She walked through the hallway while everyone stared at her in amazement. Murmurs and echoes followed her as she moved forward, chin up, and deadly eyes forward. Slowly, step after step, her pixie-cut black hair flowed as she ignored the questioning eyes that were now glued on to her. "Who is she? A newbie?" One of the curious students asked, making her smirk for a second before shaking her head When she arrived by her locker, she stopped and glanced at the person beside her. It was a familiar blonde who wore an excessively red-themed outfit; a tube top, pencil skirt, and red stilettos. Her wide eyes held a familiar expression to which she scoffed to before opening her locker. “Y-You…” Said the blonde, her mouth agape as she pointed a trembling finger at her “You're—” “Staring is rude.” She said nonchalantly upon closing her locker “You shouldn’t point a finger at someone you barely know either.” With that, she left the stunned girl in her place and went to her assigned classroom. This is so amusing. Just as how she imagined, when she entered the room, everyone’s eyes landed on her. The slow or quick realization that dawned on their faces was deemed priceless for her. "Anderson?" Most exclaimed With a smirk, she dramatically gestured her hands up and brought it back down to her stomach as she bowed “At your service.”