Chapter 6

It's obvious—justice doesn't always prevail.

These bullies were born with privilege, backed by wealth and power, untouchable in a world where karma is just a fantasy that keeps victims clinging to hope.

Without someone like me, they might have coasted through life, effortlessly reaching heights others could only dream of.

But unfortunately for them, their only dream now will be escaping my grip.

As I slung my backpack over my shoulder, I couldn't help but smile—a deceptively sweet, almost goofy smile.

Like a predator entering a city, I had no intention of obeying its rules. Social norms? Red lights? None of that mattered to me.

The first day of school, the classroom buzzed with good spirits. The teacher stood at the front, directing students to clean the room.

Meanwhile, Wendy Young and her gang of four lounged by the back door, eating sunflower seeds and laughing obnoxiously, their carefree vibe clashing with everyone else's busyness.

Wendy, chewing gum, pulled a perfume bottle from her bag and sprayed her hair liberally.

Carl Stone leaned back in his chair, a cigarette between his fingers, blowing smoke in the teacher's face without a care in the world.

Lily, the chubby girl, cracked seeds between her teeth, smirking.

"Do you think that idiot Tara will show up?" Lily sneered. "If she doesn't, we're gonna lose out on so much fun."

Wendy rolled her eyes, setting down her perfume.

"Doesn't matter where she transfers to," she said lazily. "We'll just find her and corner her at her new school."

Carl flicked his cigarette to the ground, sending sparks flying.

"Damn," he muttered. "Last time wasn't enough. Next time, I'm bringing an eel—longer and thicker than ever."

At that moment, I pushed the door open and walked in.

The teacher spun around, her hands on her hips. The moment she saw me, her face twisted into a scowl.

"Your parents caused such a scene last year that I lost my bonus!" she snapped. "You've got some nerve showing your face here!"

I didn't respond. She wasn't done.

"If you've got a screw loose, you shouldn't even be in school. Trash like you will never amount to anything."

"You're the rotten apple ruining the whole barrel," she spat. "Students like you are better off dead."

Wendy smirked, dragging out her words mockingly.

"Don't worry, Ms. Lee. My dad can fix your bonus—maybe even get you a promotion."

The teacher's tone instantly changed.

"Oh, of course. Thank you, Wendy. That would be such a big help."

I chuckled coldly.

"So, you're just a lapdog," I said.

The teacher's face turned bright red, her dignity shattered in front of the class.

"What did you just say?" she barked, storming toward me.

But I didn't flinch, which made her hesitate.

She sneered, trying a new tactic.

"Oh, I remember now. Your broke-ass dad was the one who kneeled at the school gates, begging for money. He looked just like a stray dog."

I cupped my hand around my ear, pretending to listen.

"Do you hear that?" I said lightly. "Sounds like barking."

Her face contorted with rage.

"I'll rip that filthy mouth of yours to shreds!"

She lunged at me, her hand reaching out, but I caught her wrist mid-air.

With one quick twist, there was a loud pop as her shoulder dislocated.