“I went to see your competition. That taekwondo-inspired dance routine was amazing!”
“Mira, you’ve got some serious martial arts skills.”
“Your moves were so cool.”
“Want to learn? I can teach you,” Mira said with a smile.
“I’d love to know martial arts, but I can’t handle the training. What should I do?”
“Mira’s a pop star now! Sign this so I can go show it off.”
“Wow, we’re in the same class as a celebrity.”
…
“Alright, settle down. We’re all classmates. You guys know what I’m really like.”
“Yeah, we do. We just didn’t know you were this incredible!”
…
While this side of the classroom was buzzing with excitement, there was still a gloomy corner on the other side.
Mira had noticed it the moment she walked in. It was just Mara and the few sycophants she had bought. Anyone with a bit of backbone wouldn’t associate with her.
When Mara first arrived last semester, no one really liked her.
Having grown up in the countryside, she was new to high society and was clueless about social etiquette and customs.
She was looked down on by the teachers and isolated by her classmates.
Mira had gone out of her way to help her make connections, introducing her to friends and teaching her how to get along with their classmates.
But as soon as Mara started to find her footing, she used her family’s guilt to frame Mira, playing out a real-life version of the viper in her bosom.
This time, Mira was determined to keep her under her heel.
Mara was so jealous her eyes could have popped out of her head.
Why did all the popular students flock to Mira, while avoiding her like the plague?
She had already been kicked out of the Mercer family, so why was she still so radiant and successful?
“Mom, it’s fine. They can’t really do anything to me. At most, they’ll just talk behind my back and not hang out with me.
None of that matters. Dad and my brothers work so hard for their money.”
“Such a considerate child.” Lacey hugged Mara, gently stroking her hair.
“Sigh, if only your sister were half as considerate as you.”
“Mom, my sister is very popular in class. If she could just put in a good word for me, I’m sure no one would bully me.”
Lacey’s anger flared up. She gritted her teeth. “Don’t count on her. Her life has always been too easy.
Listen to me…”
“Mom—!” Mara cried out, but the corners of her mouth were turning up in a smile.
And sure enough, when she walked into the classroom today, she felt everyone staring at her with weird looks, as if she were some kind of monster.
In that moment, Mara’s mind went blank. She just wanted to shrink and become invisible. If a hole had opened up in the floor, she would have jumped right in.

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