Thirty eight

Maxine's Point of View

The next day, when I entered the school, everyone was looking at me. Well, it's not new but there seems to be something in their minds about me now. I just bowed and ignored them. I just walked straight until I bumped into something.

"Tsk! Look where you're going!" Said the curly woman I bumped into.

"I'm sorry," I apologize. I'm not going to complain, It was really my fault because I was not looking at the road.

"Sorry, my ass." She said before she walked past me.

I just sighed. I hate going to school! Or... not?

A smile flashed on my lips when I saw the familiar face of a man. I can't be wrong, he is—

"Troy!" The man in the football uniform called him.

Troy turned to him, then glanced at his feet. He bent down to pick up the football and then threw it at the man who called him.