She turned to me and I gasped when she grabbed my hands. "Defeat her in the chess competition. Feed her with dust. Pull her down from her pedestal so that she realizes that nothing is above her."
"Why do you think she behaves like that?" I asked.
Yam shrugged. "Because the guidance counselor is her mom. Too bad she's using that excuse."
I knew it.
The way the guidance counselor dropped her shoulders, the way she pressed her lips into a thin line, and sighed heavily as she spotted Karla entering the guidance office in a dripping uniform meant that she was connected to her. And Karla seemed not intimidated as she ignored her words and instead, looked up at Mrs. Claros while giving a why-me expression.
I leaned on my chair, surprised by the new information that I learned when I noticed t
