Uncontrollable

Uncontrollable I

PROLOGUE

I stared at the moistened window beside me. The teacher continued to talk while my classmates continued to murmur gossips. It"s not that I am complaining. Who am I to complain? Compared to them.. I am nothing but a weak pushover girl who they can easily bully. The only thing I can do is endure the pain. Its not even useful, I know that already. I"ve been told too many times since I was welcomed by this world. Mama and Papa is a writer. Everything is okay except for the bullying that I get in my new school. Yes, everything is.. until my mama died two years ago.

"Hey, weakling!" I"m suddenly pushed into the lockers. My back instantly ached. Damn it! Papa will confront me again if he did see this. He"ll be furious. "I"M TALKING TO YOU, SON OF A b***h!" Son of a b***h? Did he just say b***h?! How dare he.

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Cliona sent a death glare on the guy which made him shiver. What is happening, he thought. Everyone fell silent all of the sudden. The look on Cliona"s face screams trouble. Great trouble. What kind of trouble does a pushover can do?

They screamed as the light flickered continously. The locker doors closed and opened harshly. Distant scrams were heard echoing in the hallway. Is this her doing? Everyone froze when she fell to ground, kneeling while laughing evilly. "How dare you call my mama a b***h? Who.." she chuckled and stare at him coldly. "Just who do you think you are?!"

Then a scary aura was released from her sending waves after waves of fear. Consuming all of them.