Damn Mira. If it weren't for her, I wouldn't be in this situation.
I'll let her be smug for a little while. One day, I'll grind her under my heel.
I am the queen, the eternal queen!
Mara pretended not to notice and walked straight to her seat. But as she passed, the other students dodged her like she was the plague, putting distance between them.
She sat down, feigning composure, while her eyes darted around, searching for the few students who used to be close to her. (In fact, those were the very students Mira had introduced her to when she first transferred last semester.)
But they just turned their heads away, pretending not to see her.
Last semester, they had promised to be her best friends. Hmph. Mira must have said something bad about me to them.
Mara acted like she didn't care. She reached into her bag to get something and happened to pull out a box of signature pens.
As expected, a few students from less wealthy families glanced over.
They were designer pens, elegant and beautiful, with crystal-studded barrels. They were expensive.
They were from a world-renowned brand, not something you could buy just by having money.
Julian had bought this box for her last time he went to the Javenaire Federation for a race.
But it didn't matter. She had plenty of nice things now.
She glanced at those students. "I haven't seen you all summer. I have some gifts for everyone."
Just as she'd hoped, they immediately swarmed around her.
She knew, however, that this method only attracted students who liked to take advantage of others. The rest of them wouldn't care.
But it didn't matter. Mara had achieved her goal. She was no longer alone. At the very least, their words were pleasant to hear, and that was enough.
Mara loved the feeling of being flattered.
"Wow, such a nice gift! We can't possibly accept."

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