BIANCA WRIGHTS

Monday Morning.....

Dinggg dinggg dinggg

The alarm clock rang aggressively, cutting Amelia's not so wonderful sleep short.

"Argh, so annoying" Amelia muttered annoyingly as she smacked her hand on the alarm clock, putting an end to its nuisance.

She slipped from the comfort of her bed, dragged her heavy body to the bathroom, not forgetting to put on her bath slippers before entering.

After about 15 minutes, she emerged from the bathroom, looking alive compared to before.

Her pale, snow-white leg came into view first before her thin figure wrapped in a white towel could be seen. Her silver hair were damp, with water dripping down from it, while she responded by drying it with a white towel.

Amelia walked to her full length mirror and stared at her sapphire mixed with silver eyes in the mirror.

She raised her hand to her head to feel the injury she got days ago.

' It doesn't hurt that much any more more' She thought to herself.

She tilted her head to the left, admiring her own beauty in the mirror.

Amelia then bent down and pulled open a drawer that is sited right below the mirror and brought out a hairdryer. She plugged it to the socket in front of her. Once it started working, she used it to dry her hair. After her hair had dried, she walked to her wardrobe.

Looking at the tall and wide wood, she threw open the door. Anyone with brains would know at first glance that she is a monotonous person, because 90% of the clothes in the closet are white and black.

Grabbing a black baggy jean and a black baggy top that few inches away from her knees, she paired it with a pair of black sneakers.

She dragged a chair in front of the mirror and place the school bag sitting on it on the floor before sitting on it. Then she took the dark brown wig that was hung on the wall in front of her, beside the mirror. After putting the wig on properly and wrapping it in a loose bun, she wore contact lenses matching her hair.

She applied her 'make-up'. Concealing her silver eyebrows and eyelashes.

She picked up her school bag on the floor beside chair and slumped it on her left shoulder. She rolled her waist length wavy chocolate brown hair in a bun before putting on a worn-out face cap on it to prevent it from falling.

Before leaving the room, she stuffed her uniform into her school bag because she knows it will surely come in handy when she gets to school.

She took her room keys and wallet from the table, exited her room and locked the door to prevent anyone from trespassing.

Getting down from the stairs, she took out a few dollars notes from the wallet with her and placed it on the table in the sitting room before exiting the house.

Approaching the gate of ELITE High School, Amelia felt ironical looking at the name,'ELITE'.She scoffed because majority of the so-called ELITE students, especially those in DIAMOND, GOLD, and SILVER class are nothing short of bullies.

She rolled her eyes sarcastically before proceeding inside the school and as usual, the students around, gwacked at her with interest as they awaited the drama that would soon unfold.

This is a daily routine everyone around is aware of because the queen bee/peacock of the school who despise Amelia for a reason everyone except for Amelia herself has absolutely no idea about.

'5,4,3,2,1' 'Boom' Amelia counted down in her mind as she readily prepared herself mentally for the attack from BIANCA WRIGHT, the first and 1st and 3rd child of the WRIGHTS', one of the prominent families in RIVERA.

Just as she expected, she felt a chill run down her spine. The cold water seeped through the thick fabric of her dress, then she turned around.

'Splash' the remaining water was splashed directly at her face.

' This is extreme'. This is the only thought that was on the mind of the students around as they remained immobile.

No matter how many times Bianca pours water on Amelia's body, she never complains and this is something that they all wonder about.

The students around held their breaths, their ears perked up, minority eyes were filled pity while majority eyes glimmered with interest.

Every one of them expected an outburst from Amelia because of Bianca has never been this extreme with her. But instead of living up to their expectations, Amelia locked eyes with Bianca and glared at her with disgust. Bianca herself whose clothes were dry, felt a chill run down her spine as Amelia glare at her.

"Good morning to you too, Bianca" Amelia said sarcastically as she retracted her gaze.

"I have a great day, toodles" she added before she turned around and walked out of the ' crime scene ' with her head held high.

After regaining her composure, Bianca seethed with anger as she watched Amelia walk away without getting angry. All she wants is Amelia to crumble and desperately beg for her to let go of her. Bianca stomped her left foot on the ground before storming off angrily after all her plan failed.

Instead of heading straight to the classroom, Amelia went straight to the girls locker room, she glanced down at her watch as she approached the locker room and saw that she had about 15 minutes left before class starts so immediately she entered the room, she hurriedly changed from her casual outfit to her uniform, a white long sleeved shirt and a black long skirt.

Looking at her carefully applied 'make-up' now smudged all because of that bee, she gritted her teeth in anger.

`How annoying`she muttered to herself but thankfully, she has a purse filled with make-up materials in her bag which she carries around with her incase of any emergency.

She stared at her reflection in the mirror; the green, yellow, red and blue powder color had mixed together making her look horrendous to the extent that a blonde haired girl that came out of the stall behind her became pale upon seeing her face. Amelia has a pretty good idea about what will happen once the girl steps out of the bathroom, and it coincidentally aligns with her plan because the blonde girl happens to be one of Bianca's minions.

After ensuring that there is no one in coming and all the stalls are empty, she took out the make-up remover from her bag before carefully removing the horrendous make-up on her face, revealing her pale white skin underneath. She admired her own beauty for a while before reconstructing the horrendous look she had earlier on.

Exiting the locker room, she hurriedly went to her classroom but she was 5 minutes late for class. As soon as she stepped into the class, the once lively class room became silent and the teacher- Mr Clement, a lively and easy going Canadian in his late twenties with chocolate brown hair and eyes with a goofy smile and dimple on his left cheek. He squinted his eyes as he stared at Amelia. He furrowed his brows, obviously displeased when his eyes landed on the green caked up face of hers. When he got no reaction from her, he motioned her to come in to the class and she did as she was told.

"Why are you late?" he inquired.

"Good morning Mr Clay, I apologise for the distraction I caused and I promise not to repeat such action. If there is nothing else, I will take my seat now" She said with a tight smile as she bowed her head softly as a form of respect.

The entire class was left in awe and Mr Clay himself was dumbstruck a she let out a slight smirk and his eyes twinkled with adoration. The entire class, including Mr Clay's eyes followed the petite figure clothed in a skirt that falls right below her knees. She became the center of attention immediately she stepped into the class room because she is one of 10% students in the school who wears uniform and also the only one in he class who wears it. Most importantly, her skirt is the longest, even longer than that of the 'nerds'.

She walked to the back of the class where her seat is located and after getting seated, she dropped her school bag in front to her beside her table near her feet. She nonchalantly let her eyes gaze through the entire class room. Despite receiving strange look, she did not let herself get intimidated, thus embracing the room with an air of awkwardness. Except for the fact that she is feeling anything but uncomfortable at this point.

"So, I have something to announce" Mr Clement announced, trying to ease the tension in the room.

"It is something I am sure you all will love" he added, successfully capturing the attention and interest of the entire class.

The students eyes glimmered with interest, now that their attention has been captured and even Amelia could not help but be intrigued.

Their eyes shined and it screamed

`What is it`

Mr Clement chuckled at the reaction of the entire class and compared to their previous gloom.

"So I am very sure you have all heard of the upcoming celebration right?" Mr Clement asked even though he already knows the answer.

"Yeah" "Yup" "Of course"

"So, what are we doing about it?" a student inquired and Mr Clement grinned in response.

"I have got a bad feeling about this" another student said.

Yeah, the look on Mr Clay's face says that this has something really bad to do with us" a girl commented which made Mr Clement grin harder.

"I am guessing all of you are wondering why I am telling you when you already know about it, the reason is because - - -" he said and paused, leaving the students in suspense.

"Because?" a student chimed in as he could not endure the suspense any longer.

"BA DA DA DA "Mr Clement replied the student by making a drum roll sound with his mouth and hand, making the student's climax reach a higher height.

"Because it covers 20% of your grade this term" He said as he let out a goofy smile contrasting to the frustration the students were feeling.

"What the fuck !!!" They all exclaimed.

Each more angry than the other.

'Ring' 'Ring' 'Ring'

The school bell rang signifying a change of class.

"I hope you all can think about what I said and come to a conclusion on what play you all want to act as a class. Failure to do so will result in me deciding the play for you" Mr Clement stated seriously before exiting the class room.

The students groaned in response, including Amelia because she hates occasions and situations that requires the participation and contribution of the entire class.

Amelia groaned once more before banging her head on the table as she remembered what Mr Clement said.

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