Chapter 23

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Valerie spent her weekends browsing eBay.

She couldn’t pay online, so she asked Jayvion to help her. She would pay him  back in cash.

Buying all the stuff she wanted, Valerie cheered up.

She was fantasizing that her money amounted up.

On Monday morning, she happily picked up her backpack and walked to scho ol.

“Hey!”

Valerie just got off the bus when she was grabbed by the arm.

She frowned out of the pain.

She turned around unfriendly to see the boy pulling her arm.

The boy was probably her classmate. He was wearing cute round glasses wit h black frames.

Due to the glasses, Valerie couldn’t see his eyes clearly.

He had soft hair and a wolf–tail haircut.

So stylish?

Yet so cute?

“Let go of me!”

“I have something to tell you.”

The boy grabbed her more tightly while speaking in a rush.

Valerie gasped.

“Let go of me, and we’ll have a chat. Otherwise, I’ll yell and say you’re bullying  me.”

Noticing people looking at them, the boy instantly let go of Valerie.

“Can we talk now?”

“Go ahead.”

Valerie got rid of the boy’s hand and stroked her wrist.

The boy gritted his teeth and looked at Valerie.

“This way. We’ll talk there.”

The boy looked around and pointed to a nearby alley.

“Why bother? Can’t we talk here?” The boy shook his head fiercely.

He walked to that alley.

Valerie sighed and followed him.

They stood beside each other.

The boy said, “Have you got any money? Give it to me!”

He had a trembling tone. His hands clenched the straps of the backpack tightly.

Valerie looked at him up and down.

She realized something.

“No. You can search in my pocket and backpack.”

“Well, alright.”

The boy lowered his head in disappointment. He glanced at Valerie and ran a way very fast.

Autumn was coming. Everyone was wearing a coat. Although the boy was we aring one, there were some bruises on his occasionally exposed arms.

Valerie stood still and thought for a while. But then she shook her head.

Why would it matter to her? Why would she care?

She adjusted the backpack and slowly walked to the room.

The students in the classroom were not as hostile to Valerie as before.

Last time, she used a knife and began to scrape off the thumbtacks bit by bit. She didn’t care about their feelings.

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