- My hair was so messy but I had to leave it alone. My heart hurts but I needed to talk my way out of this mess Jane created. Now they are looking at me. Miss Andrea glared at me but I shifted my gaze away. Why the hell was she even looking at me? It wasn't my fault. Everyone was present in the hall.
- "As pretty as you are, I never knew you liked causing trouble." That was from Andrea. It was like this woman hated me. It's not my fault I am pretty. Y'all should fuck off.
- "It wasn't my fault. She started everything." I pointed and shot Jane a death glare. Was she trying to blame this on me? Has she lost her senses?