Chapter 27 - HYPERVENTILATING (2/2)
”No,” Lise rejected, she shook her head weakly because she knew which house that Daniel would take her to. ”I want to go back to my home.”
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Blue was standing still in her place with her grey drinking bottle in her grip, while a boy, two years older than her, was crying hard.
Apparently, Blue just hit him with the bottle on his head because he had bad mouthed her.
Two teachers immediately came to his rescue and separated them, though Blue was no longer hitting him.
”What is happening here?!” The male teacher looked panicked, since he knew whose family that boy belonged to.
”Blue hit him with a bottle.” One of the students pointed at Blue with evidence in her hand.
The male teacher was shocked, while the female teacher carried the boy away to the infirmary, she had to make sure that nothing had happened to this 'precious' child. ”Is that true, Blue?”
”Yes,” Blue admitted readily and this left the teacher speechless, before he ushered her to meet with the school principal.
Blue didn't feel that what she did was wrong. She had asked him to stop or she would hit him, but he didn't heed her warning, thus the result was unavoidable.
The boy only had a big mouth and cried like a baby when she hit him. He didn't even put up a fight.
”He badmouthed me and kept telling me that I am a bastard child,” Blue answered sullenly when the principal asked her.
However, when the man started to put a bug in her ear about how unacceptable her reaction was, Blue lost it. The words that came out from his mouth bored her and he didn't even care about the fact that the boy called Blue a bastard child.
”I will call your father, Mr. McKeltar, now, okay?”
Blue wanted to say that she didn't have a father, but then she smelled it.
The scent of coffee…
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”What are you doing here?” A woman in her mid forties, who was Lise's stepmother, stared at Lise in surprise. ”You shouldn't be here!” she almost shrieked.
”Why not?” Lise gave the woman a disdainful look, but she was too tired to fight her in this meaningless argumentation. ”This is my home.”
”Mr. McKeltar will not like this,” Issabel hissed scornfully at her step daughter.
”He would hate it even more if he found out that I was not treated well here. Do you want to try?” Lise threw her a dagger look before she slammed her bedroom door right in her face. ”So, mind your own business.”
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