Anticipation and Apprehension: Waiting for the Mafia Girl

But it wasn't that girl; it was just our principal. There were some snickers from classmates. I breathed a sigh of relief.

I apologize; I came to take Fluffy. - he said. Oh right, Fluffy, our hamster in the cage. Somehow, the principal always left it with us. He quickly fetched the hamster, said something to the teacher, and left. I rubbed my palms together and took a deep breath. For some reason, I was really afraid of the mafia girl's arrival. Every time I heard any sound in the corridor, I begged for it not to be her. My skin crawled, and my heart raced. It felt like everyone could understand me. And coming back home was already a struggle. My sister would complain, and my mom would worry.

And then, I pricked up my ears; there were sounds from the corridor. They were footsteps, and they were getting closer. I could hear the ticking of the clock. Suddenly, someone opened the door with their foot (that's the only way to open our doors). I turned around sharply. On the threshold stood a girl slightly shorter than me. She looked at everyone with a cold gaze and headed straight for the teacher. I guess the mafia girl was dressed expensively because Karen commented on her entire outfit.

Black turtleneck... Oh, I even know which brand it is. The black leather jacket is the one we saw in the store. - she exhaled, and... - I saw those jeans on the internet, but they're black and wide-legged. I don't like them. Lisa, do you like them? Well, you have your taste. What nonsense?! I know where to buy them, but they're really expensive. I think each silver ring on her finger costs a hundred dollars, and imagine she has ten of them! A gold necklace... hmmm... a bracelet from a famous brand. Oh, I'd probably spend all of my dad's money on that.

The teacher nervously rummaged through the drawer while the girl openly observed her. It seemed like Miss Idalia, due to excitement, couldn't find something.

Finally, I could properly examine her.