I opened the classroom door.
Immediately, a girl I didn't even know the name of yanked my hair. "Oh, the bitch's already here?" she sneered.
A surge of annoyance flickered within me. I wanted to smack her head and make her kneel, but I held back. Retaliating would only invite more bullying.
Sure, they were just teenagers, but they were some of the most annoying living beings—second only to babies. I made a mental note to remember their faces. Well, joke's on them: once I upgrade my stats, I'll be able to kick their asses in the most humiliating way.
When the girl noticed I was giving her a death glare, she scoffed. "Ha? You have the nerve to glare at me? You bitch, say it—are you mad at me?"
I didn't bother responding. Instead, I looked at her nameplate: Kimmy Gabriela. I committed her name to memory and kept my silence.
