Falling For My Ex's Uncle - Chapter 446: Chapter 446
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"Laurel, I don't want to be separated from you. Do you think I'll have trouble adjusting to Class 6?"
Sunlight filtered through the dappled leaves, casting soft rays on the path leading to the private school. Angela and I walked side by side, her voice chattering away about how difficult the tutoring session's homework had been last night, while I quietly listened, enjoying the moment of peace.
"Don't worry, you're so smart, you'll definitely adapt," I said gently, linking my arm with hers.
At the start of every new school year, there would be class reassignments.
Only students with excellent academic records and strong family backgrounds could qualify for Class 6. As for me, my good grades were just part of the reason I got into the private school; the support of the Adams family played a big part as well.
When I first stepped into Class 6, I immediately felt the weight of unspoken expectations.
The classroom was perfectly arranged, with neat desks and well-dressed students gathered in small groups, chatting about their holiday experiences. The brand-name accessories glinted under the sunlight, a silent declaration of their wealth.
Our class teacher, Kayla Peck, entered with sharp eyes full of intelligence. She scanned the room, her lips curving into a satisfied smile. "Welcome to your new class, everyone. I hope this semester brings even more progress." Her voice rang clear and confident as it echoed through the classroom.
However, the peaceful school life didn't last long.
After a monthly exam, my rank improved by one position, putting me in fifth place, and this sparked jealousy among some of my classmates.
One afternoon, just like every other day, I opened my lunchbox in the cafeteria, only to find cigarette butts floating in my food. The sight nearly made me vomit. Furious, I scanned the room, but all I saw were indifferent faces, some even sneering behind their hands.
Back in the classroom, I sat down, only to find my chair glued to the seat. I struggled to stand up, but the fabric of my pants ripped. I bit my lip, holding back tears, as a deep sense of humiliation welled up inside me.
The bullying escalated. One day during a break, I took a sip from my cup of water and soon felt dizzy. My vision blurred, and before I knew it, I lost consciousness. When I woke up, the classroom was empty. I later discovered that someone had slipped sleeping pills into my drink.
The phrase "Jealousy can distort a person's appearance" was fully realized in this class. The girls, who appeared innocent and sweet on the outside, were full of malice.
One day during break, a few girls gathered around me. The one with chestnut-colored hair crossed her arms, a mocking smile curling her lips as she sneered, "So what if your grades are good? You're still just a poor girl."
I clenched my fists, staying silent but telling myself to stay calm.
Seeing my lack of response, they became bolder. Another girl with pigtails stepped forward, lifting my chin with her hand. "So pretty, and yet still bullied by us," she taunted.
I swatted her hand away and turned to leave, but they blocked my path.
"Think you can leave? Not so fast," they said, dragging me toward the restroom.
The air in the bathroom smelled pungent, the light flickering overhead. "So, do we slash her face first? Or strip her naked?" the girl with chestnut hair said, her voice full of malice.
I widened my eyes in fear, struggling with all my strength. "Are you crazy? This is illegal!"
"Will we get into trouble for cutting her face?" a timid voice asked.
"Of course not. We'll take some naked photos of her, and she won't dare tell anyone," the girl with chestnut hair said, her pale face twisted with a grin that looked all too vicious in the dim light.
Fear surged through me, but it was quickly replaced by anger. I couldn't let them do this. I wouldn't let them harm my face.
Just as one of the girls approached me with a knife, I broke free from their grasp, grabbing her wrist with a force that made her wince in pain.
In my fury and panic, I yanked the knife from her hand, and, in a blind rage, I slashed it across the chestnut-haired girl's face.
A shriek echoed through the bathroom. The girl collapsed to the floor, her hands pressed to her bleeding face, terror and despair in her eyes.
The bell rang, its chime harsh against the chaos in the room, as if trying to cover up the crime that had just unfolded.
The girls, stunned by the sudden turn of events, were frozen in place, while I stood, my expression calm, staring at the girl still holding the knife, who seemed too shocked to move.
They were about to run and report me, but I had anticipated this. I pulled out the naked photos I had secretly taken of them earlier and coldly said, "If you try to report me, these photos will be shown to everyone in the school."
Their faces drained of color, filled with fear and regret.
But I had underestimated their cunning. They struck first, filing a report accusing me of blackmail, using manipulated chat records as "evidence."
The atmosphere in the school office was suffocating.
Kayla sat at her desk, her face dark with displeasure. The girls stood nearby, pretending to look pitiful, tears welling up in their eyes.
"Ms. Peck, it's her. She threatened us and took pictures of us," the girl with chestnut hair cried out. "She slashed my face!"
I countered, "They were the ones who bullied me first—cigarette butts in my lunch, glue on my chair, sleeping pills in my drink. Today, they tried to cut my face. I was only defending myself."
Kayla furrowed her brows, glancing back and forth between us. "Enough. The school will investigate this thoroughly."
The following days were filled with tension, as I feared being unjustly punished. But as I suspected, the school not only refused to address the bullying but instead believed I was blackmailing the girls.
Just when I thought I would be expelled, Yaeger appeared in the principal's office.
"Laurel is innocent," Yaeger said firmly. "Those photos are fake, but they really did bully her. If the principal doesn't believe it, you can check their phones. And if that's not enough, I can testify. I was a witness when they bullied and harassed Laurel."
Sunlight filtered through the dappled leaves, casting soft rays on the path leading to the private school. Angela and I walked side by side, her voice chattering away about how difficult the tutoring session's homework had been last night, while I quietly listened, enjoying the moment of peace.
"Don't worry, you're so smart, you'll definitely adapt," I said gently, linking my arm with hers.
At the start of every new school year, there would be class reassignments.
Only students with excellent academic records and strong family backgrounds could qualify for Class 6. As for me, my good grades were just part of the reason I got into the private school; the support of the Adams family played a big part as well.
When I first stepped into Class 6, I immediately felt the weight of unspoken expectations.
The classroom was perfectly arranged, with neat desks and well-dressed students gathered in small groups, chatting about their holiday experiences. The brand-name accessories glinted under the sunlight, a silent declaration of their wealth.
Our class teacher, Kayla Peck, entered with sharp eyes full of intelligence. She scanned the room, her lips curving into a satisfied smile. "Welcome to your new class, everyone. I hope this semester brings even more progress." Her voice rang clear and confident as it echoed through the classroom.
However, the peaceful school life didn't last long.
After a monthly exam, my rank improved by one position, putting me in fifth place, and this sparked jealousy among some of my classmates.
One afternoon, just like every other day, I opened my lunchbox in the cafeteria, only to find cigarette butts floating in my food. The sight nearly made me vomit. Furious, I scanned the room, but all I saw were indifferent faces, some even sneering behind their hands.
Back in the classroom, I sat down, only to find my chair glued to the seat. I struggled to stand up, but the fabric of my pants ripped. I bit my lip, holding back tears, as a deep sense of humiliation welled up inside me.
The bullying escalated. One day during a break, I took a sip from my cup of water and soon felt dizzy. My vision blurred, and before I knew it, I lost consciousness. When I woke up, the classroom was empty. I later discovered that someone had slipped sleeping pills into my drink.
The phrase "Jealousy can distort a person's appearance" was fully realized in this class. The girls, who appeared innocent and sweet on the outside, were full of malice.
One day during break, a few girls gathered around me. The one with chestnut-colored hair crossed her arms, a mocking smile curling her lips as she sneered, "So what if your grades are good? You're still just a poor girl."
I clenched my fists, staying silent but telling myself to stay calm.
Seeing my lack of response, they became bolder. Another girl with pigtails stepped forward, lifting my chin with her hand. "So pretty, and yet still bullied by us," she taunted.
I swatted her hand away and turned to leave, but they blocked my path.
"Think you can leave? Not so fast," they said, dragging me toward the restroom.
The air in the bathroom smelled pungent, the light flickering overhead. "So, do we slash her face first? Or strip her naked?" the girl with chestnut hair said, her voice full of malice.
I widened my eyes in fear, struggling with all my strength. "Are you crazy? This is illegal!"
"Will we get into trouble for cutting her face?" a timid voice asked.
"Of course not. We'll take some naked photos of her, and she won't dare tell anyone," the girl with chestnut hair said, her pale face twisted with a grin that looked all too vicious in the dim light.
Fear surged through me, but it was quickly replaced by anger. I couldn't let them do this. I wouldn't let them harm my face.
Just as one of the girls approached me with a knife, I broke free from their grasp, grabbing her wrist with a force that made her wince in pain.
In my fury and panic, I yanked the knife from her hand, and, in a blind rage, I slashed it across the chestnut-haired girl's face.
A shriek echoed through the bathroom. The girl collapsed to the floor, her hands pressed to her bleeding face, terror and despair in her eyes.
The bell rang, its chime harsh against the chaos in the room, as if trying to cover up the crime that had just unfolded.
The girls, stunned by the sudden turn of events, were frozen in place, while I stood, my expression calm, staring at the girl still holding the knife, who seemed too shocked to move.
They were about to run and report me, but I had anticipated this. I pulled out the naked photos I had secretly taken of them earlier and coldly said, "If you try to report me, these photos will be shown to everyone in the school."
Their faces drained of color, filled with fear and regret.
But I had underestimated their cunning. They struck first, filing a report accusing me of blackmail, using manipulated chat records as "evidence."
The atmosphere in the school office was suffocating.
Kayla sat at her desk, her face dark with displeasure. The girls stood nearby, pretending to look pitiful, tears welling up in their eyes.
"Ms. Peck, it's her. She threatened us and took pictures of us," the girl with chestnut hair cried out. "She slashed my face!"
I countered, "They were the ones who bullied me first—cigarette butts in my lunch, glue on my chair, sleeping pills in my drink. Today, they tried to cut my face. I was only defending myself."
Kayla furrowed her brows, glancing back and forth between us. "Enough. The school will investigate this thoroughly."
The following days were filled with tension, as I feared being unjustly punished. But as I suspected, the school not only refused to address the bullying but instead believed I was blackmailing the girls.
Just when I thought I would be expelled, Yaeger appeared in the principal's office.
"Laurel is innocent," Yaeger said firmly. "Those photos are fake, but they really did bully her. If the principal doesn't believe it, you can check their phones. And if that's not enough, I can testify. I was a witness when they bullied and harassed Laurel."
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