Chapter fourteen

>>I wasn’t talking to you two losers<<. Sophie exclaimed, definitely trying to pull Sara and Sabrina’s trousers. >>You ugly witch!<<. An infuriated Sara retorted back in her usual defensive mode. >>By the way, you two are not invited. But if we are short on maids, I will dial your numbers<<. Sophie continued with her bullying. Sophie and her minions didn’t stay longer and left laughing. >>There isn’t anything funny here more than your stinky breaths<<. Sara said, sounding more pissed off and displaying her tigress character. >>Girl, if we could attend her hideous party, we could pull off our plan<<. Sabrina suggested abruptly. >>Brilliant! We sneak inside the event to repeat the same tragedy<<. Sara wrapped everything up, bringing Sabrina’s smile to a pause. Although she looked all that calm, it wasn’t looking good on the inside. But letting history repeat itself is all that she is capable of now. An awful party it was. Sophie is turning eighteen today but never thought of growing up and taking up the role of a mature person rather than bullying and tearing the innocent apart. The popular students were the only grace to the witch’s ball, celebrating as if they didn’t have their finials in a few weeks. Looking around, it wasn’t hard to locate the devil. There he stood beside Sophie. It was good that the girls were in good disguise. Otherwise, it would be their worst nightmare if Sophie was made aware of their presence. Sara was in all black, with everything about her usual appearance hidden. The same could be applied to Sabrina, who just looked irresistible. Sara did her charms on her again. >>So, are you ready, then?<<. Sara asked Sabrina nervously, who was getting worse in the second and physically shaking. As Sabrina approaches Lukas to do her charms, the same feeling can be felt by Amir, who is in a relationship crisis. Her wife had finally lost it and was screaming at the top of her voice in front of their confused son. Amir also couldn’t help but shout back at her. Tears started to roll from everyone’s eyes. >>That was enough<<. Yaran said abruptly, storming off to his room. He was back to the past, when everyone around him didn’t appreciate his existence. Last week, his favorite teacher blamed him for the missing pencil in front of all the other kids in class, although she witnessed the theft herself. All in the name of money, his teacher refused to blame Mckeown, whose parents were the highest donees to the school. The rich have finally blinded the truthful ones. Also, from that day on, he was resented by all his colleagues. They had no idea what Yaran was going through but decided to play along. Things in the neighborhood were not less. No one dared to play with him because of the bully Mckeown, even outside school. There was only this one time a new girl wanted to be Yaran’s friend. Nothing could be better until Theo found out and got the girl and his mother kicked out of the neighborhood since the girl’s mother was a maid to Theo’s parents. Yaran sobbed as he thought about his pitiful life. He had no friends, and now his parents would be divorcing. Yeah, he somehow knows about that. Understandably, his brain is so much smarter than what his surroundings perceive. A knock was heard at his door. “They might be done screaming at each other.” Yaran thought. They were because there was not the least noise of a fly to hear. But what his mother, who came in through the door, said got him hard.