Chapter 12

I briskly walked into the classroom. It's Friday and the last day of January. I straightened my hair and suddenly stopped. I was even in the hallway of the building when the faces of senior women greeted me. I don't know them but based on their uniform it is obvious that they are seniors. What are its problems and does it seem angry to me?

"Amara Francesca Acosta. Is that right?" promise the woman in the middle. She raised one eyebrow and her face was full of lipstick.

"It's me. Is there a problem?" I asked calmly even though I felt that those in front of me were just basagulera.

"Yes there is. You."

"Huh?" I don't understand them. I don't even know them and then they say I'm their problem? Are they kidding me?

"How are you and Raxon and he always delivers you? Are you his girlfriend or what?"

I smirked. That's the only reason. Raxon. The narrowness of the brains of people to oh. You thought something would chan