Chapter thirteen

>>You come out of school today like the queen you are. Could you replace your loss with your win in his own game? You rule now, Sabrina. Now you relax and trust the game of Karma<<. Sara motivated Sabrina as the dear friend she was.

The makeover was finally done, and the girls walked down the stairs. Sabrina’s parents could barely deduce that the lady standing in front of them was their bloody daughter. They exchanged pleasantries, and all sat at the already set breakfast table. This was the first time Sara had felt the warmth of her small family in years. Sabrina’s parents could not stop gushing over their daughter but also wondered about the young mistress’s plans. Quite a dangerous mission, to say. The stares were now weirder at Sara and Sabrina as they walked down the street to the bus stop. Prolonging their route to the Hochschule, the pair passed before a primary school and directly crossed paths with Yaran and Christine. >>Aunty Sara!<< Yaran called out, running to embrace his most recent acquaintance. >>Yaran, didn’t I warn you from approaching strangers without Mommy and Dad’s permission<<. Christine called her son back, annoyed, and departed from there, but not before telling Sara to stay away from her child and husband. Initially, Sara thinks it is a joke but realizes Christine’s sentence after Sabrina that Yaran is Amir’s son and Amir is married to Christine. She felt like she was being stroked by lighting at that moment. >>I knew it! Wasn’t it obvious that they resembled each other more than brothers? How could I have disregarded this?<< Sara argued with herself, bursting into tears. >>You aren’t at fault. You know, love can be wonderful. It chooses whom we should be with, not our wishes <<. Sabrina tried to console her. >>You are right; I shouldn’t be here crying over a boy who probably never thought about me. What’s important right now is dealing with the jerks!<<. Sara continued, knowing for sure that she wasn’t ready for it. But anything for her best friend. With huge rage, Sara walked with Sabrina by her side through the huge hallways of their school. Then he came. >>Hey ladies<<. Lukas dared unhesitatingly as he hastily walked past the girls. >>Why don’t I punch you in the face to tell you how I feel right now<<. Sara uttered loudly, and Sabrina did her best to cover Sara’s mouth so she would not reveal anything to interrupt their plans. >>Sorry, I don’t speak loser. What did you say again?<<. Lukas exclaimed, surprisingly sounding excited about the drama unfolding. This rang a loud bell in the clueless heads of the girls. Just then, out of nowhere, came Sophie and her chicken minions. >>I would love to give you this, beauties!<<. Beautiful! That is exactly what the girls thought. Since when did they get into Sophie’s good books? The last they checked, she had been scrambling their names all over in the book of Pacify. It is an ancient book passed down to generations of hot chicks in school. If your name is written in that book, you would be isolated from everyone for almost a month, not excluding the teachers or principals. It’s one of the legends of the Hochschule, and everyone is expected to preserve its image. >>Thank you…<<. Before poor Sara could stretch out her hands, Sophie pushed her and Sabrina aside to post her tonight’s birthday party on the lockers behind the embarrassed girls.