The Queen Back From Hell - Chapter 63: Chapter 63

These days, Arielle was the talk of the school.
She was indifferent to everything and completely ignoring the stares from others.
Whether in class, at meals, or on her way to and from school, she always kept to herself.
Here, she had neither friends nor family. And she didn't need any.
When class ended, a crowd of students from other classes gathered outside the classroom.
Some had come just to catch a glimpse of Arielle.
The weekend arrived with warm sunshine, and finally, it wasn't so cold anymore.
Arielle glanced at the empty floor-to-ceiling window and thought, 'Maybe I could put a few succulents here. At least I'd have someone to talk to at night.'
After her morning routine, Arielle headed downstairs for breakfast.
Upon entering the dining room, she saw Sharon and Meredith exchanging animated whispers.
Their conversation died instantly when they saw her.
Arielle took her seat at the table, treating them as if they were thin air, and ate her meal in deliberate silence.
Sharon was fuming, 'She doesn't even care about me! And now she's stirring up all this trouble at school!
'If Meredith hadn't told me, I'd still be kept completely in the dark.
'Not only did she get into fights, she even wrapped a snake around a classmate's neck.
'Just hearing about it gives me the creeps.
'How does Arielle even dare to do something like that?'
To keep Meredith from being affected, she secretly instructed Lexi that Arielle's dishes and utensils were to be kept and washed separately, her meals were served in dedicated containers, and all her laundry was washed in a separate machine.
Of course, Arielle knew nothing about any of this.
Had she known, she would have been delighted.
She would have welcomed uch special treatment.
Meredith saw her mother's expression and couldn't help but feel smug.
She thought, 'See? Mom dislikes her even more now.
'No rush, once Mom and Dad are completely fed up with her, that'll be the day Arielle leaves the Bradford family.'
'I'm sure that day isn't far off.'
Sharon barely contained her fury, finding Arielle more detestable with each passing glance.
She felt Arielle was a curse sent from heaven to torment her.
She shot Meredith a meaningful look.
"I'm done," Sharon announced, and left the table without another word.
She walked away from the table.
Right after, Meredith echoed, "I'm finished too." She followed her out of the dining room.
With their departure, the dining room fell silent, leaving Arielle all alone at the table, quietly finishing her meal.
Lexi watched with a heavy heart.
She thought, 'The young miss is so pitiful and so alone.'
Little did she know, Arielle would have preferred not to see them at all.
Arielle thought, 'Just a little longer. It won't be long now.
'Enduring this is torture.
'After over a decade, what's two more years?'
The weekend flew by in a flash.
It was time for school again.
Arielle still cruised to school in her sports car, unapologetically unique.
She was a striking presence on campus, impossible to miss every time she walked by.
All eyes inevitably drifted her way.
At the same time, a young man swaggered toward the academic building, an entourage of followers in tow like a gang.
He stood in the sunlight, his unruly black hair flying wildly in the breeze.
Every strand oozed rebellion.
Their arrival drew clusters of gawking students to a standstill.
His handsome eyes were full of arrogant, cold disdain.
He ignored the stares and whispers around him.
With both hands stuffed in his pockets, he swaggered past with effortless, cocky grace.
A person said, "Oh my god! I can't believe he's actually come to school. This is so rare!"
Another said, "Our school is full of hidden talents, but all the oddballs seem to end up in Class 1."
Someone else said. "Keep your voice down! Don't let him hear you. He might beat you up."
The boy who had just spoken quickly covered his mouth, glanced around nervously to make sure no one had heard him, and only then patted his chest in relief.
Arielle had barely settled into her seat when the entire class erupted in commotion.
A student at the doorway spotted a group heading toward Class 1 and shouted, "James Miller's coming with his crew!"
Instantly, everyone's eyes snapped to the windows.
Some classmates couldn't resist dashing out of the classroom to get a better look.
In the hallway, students reflexively parted, instinctively making way for James and his crew.
They were what everyone called the school's resident troublemakers.
No matter where they were, they'd start a fight at the slightest provocation.
To the teachers, they were nothing but bad news.