“Where’s her introduction?” Suddenly, the cold voice from the brunette resonated in the large room.

Ms. Emerson shuddered. Bette Porter didn’t speak very often. Yet when she did, the pressure was too much to bear. “Right, right. My bad. So, please introduce yourself to the class, Ms. Kennard.”

‘Okay… even the teacher is afraid of her.’ Tina silently scolded to herself. ‘But again, the school depends on families like hers to buy those Macbooks for everyone. Who’s to blame…’ “My name’s Tina. I’m from Whitney High.”

“Whitney High?” Shane interestedly tucked her bottom lip in. “Top public school eh?” So this little bird had great grade. That was why she came here.

“I believe we haven’t heard of your family business?” Somebody asked maliciously.

Tina looked directly into that person’s eyes and responded. “My father drives delivery truck for Whole Food. And I am here because how much my brain is worth.”

“How much your brain is worth? Ha, what about that forty thousand dollars tuition? You pay it by slicing your brain?” The girl crooked her brow and viciously asked.

The teacher seemed to be anxious about the tension in the room. She tried to cut in but Tina answered for herself instead. “My scholarship has it covered, thank you for caring. Unlike someone who lives by a family name and a crowd of fans in high school, I actually have a brain that worth something.” At the end of her sentence, the blonde meticulously glanced at the now ferociously angry brown eyes.

“Sssss—” Both the teacher and the students sharply inhaled.

‘Is she talking about who I think she’s talking about?’

‘That is very goddamn brave.’

‘Brave, but stupid.’

‘I bet she won’t even know how she’s gonna be killed.’  Silent conversations and eye contact exchanged in the room.

Bette once again squinted, fury clouding the big eyes. Her billion-dollar worthy brain of course processed the intended mordacity. She knocked heavily at her neighbor’s desk. “Move yourself over there, won’t you?”

The girl obeyed straightaway, rummaging her stuff to move to the empty space.

There, the only available spot in the room was next to the arrogant girl with wild brown curls and intimidating expression.

Someone snickered. Now this Tina girl was really dead meat.