All Chapters of Once Her Bully, Now Her Beggar: Chapter 251 - Chapter 260

I was seated in the theatre waiting for the art teacher to show up. The room was loud with people chatting and some flipping through the pages of the play, while others argued about whether the play was historically accurate or not.I sat there holding the script in my hands, flipping through the pages again even though I had read it twice the night before and even made some notes about it. “Hey everyone” the art teacher walked in with a big smile, she was stylish and always put together the best outside. She was wearing a colourful floral wrap dress with low-heeled mules and a woven scarf wrapped around her neck. Her hair was in a ponytail showing off the bright pink dangling earring she had on. She always showed in a different style and never stuck to one and somehow they all looked good on her.“Hey Miss Laron” they all greeted back this time and didn't give her the silent treatmentLooks like everyone was excited about the play and the new rules“You guys are in a mood today” she

That just had me discombobulated, he looked at my scar and his face folded up in disgust like he was looking at something horrible. He heard words from people and just ran with it and I didn't know how to feel about that. He wasn't wrong to see it that way, that was what everyone else saw as and it made zero sense why anyone would not only be friendly to someone who bullied them but it also seemed like they were stuck together at the hip. I also questioned myself and tried to get rid of it for good but that didn't work out and I have accepted in my heart of hearts that I didn't want to be stuck in that moment and only move forward from it.I got so ashamed and luckily for me at that moment the driver drove in to get me and I walked away from him without saying anything to him.I squeezed my hand over my wrist fighting back the tears that threatened to fall.Frank could sense my foul mood and turned on the radio“Could you drop me at May’s?” I asked“I don't know about that miss” he s

The audition was to take place and I was a nervous wreck, I kept wiping my sweaty hands on my shirt pacing through the rooftop, and running a dialogue with myself. It was acting, something I really wanted to thrive in. I wanted to give nothing but the best performance enough to blow them away.“Here” Dylan walked over to me holding two cups “I got you coffee”“Thank you” I breathed out taking it from him, I needed to stay awake and he offered to get me one“Um” I moaned after taking a sip“Really strong” I told him“Premium coffee beans not the watered-down coffee y'all be drinking” he bragged“Thank you for the premium coffee” I rolled my eyes“Prepared?” he asked“I am so scared I would forget my lines” I took a big gulp“It is just auditions, can you just read through?” he asked“I can if I don’t give a shit about getting a role” I shrugged“You stayed up all night, I think you got it” he smiled“I feel so nervous I don't know why” I continue pacing around“A hug would help, come

NOVA “I am so overstimulated” I took a big gulp of water “Why?” May asked “The play?” “Yeah I don't think I gave my best I was too nervous” I sighed “You would get a role that's for sure” she said “As much as I want to play Medusa I would take any role” I said “it would be such an honor to be part of the cast” “Don't overthink it and try and get some sleep, you look really tired” she commented “Is that bad?” I asked remembering Dylan had mentioned it earlier “Your eyes are begging you to close them” she told me “Are the nightmares that bad?” she asked and I just nodded in response “How about getting really high and getting knocked out?” she asked “What?” I laughed “I don't want to be knocked out” “I am sure it works” she laughed too “Doesn't sound like a good idea at all” I shook my head “We have to ask Elliott” she said “How would he know?” I asked “That dude is always high, why do you think he is so jolly all the time and never gets burnt out?” she a

“Who is that” my mom almost slammed into me as I walked in through the door “What?” I asked “Why didn't you call the driver to come get you and come in with a bike?” she asked How she was knew that was beyond me “At least let me get in first” I groaned “Come on in” she stepped away from the door frame And I walked in but didn't stop to keep conversing with her and turned in the direction of the stairs “Do not walk away from me!” she shouted “I don't care how mad at me you are but I am still your mother” She kept that particular word around like it should remind me of something but it only irked me “What is it?” I groaned “I am exhausted, can you let me be!” I stomped my feet “Who dropped you off on a damn bike?” she asked “Why is that such an issue?” I asked “I don't know what you are up to, you close school by three why are you coming back home by past six in the evening?” she asked “I always return by this time most of the time but now you care?” I ask