If she were a character in a novel, that novel's plot would have already been a completed one.

 One of those plots where the main characters live their happy endings while the villains continue getting punished, and then this ending will last a lifetime.

 Why? Because the protagonists are always victims, and villains are always guilty criminals. 

 The reason doesn't matter. Who wants to know a vicious killers backstory? What's done is done. No undoings and no take backs in finished stories.

 She works behind a desk, doing calculations and providing receipts for people. Her work gets reviewed by the clients, and if her calculations fall short of expectations, she could get cursed at.

Just like a pitiful protagonist right?

 If her elder brother, Antony, heard this thoughts of her, he would have been rolling on the ground from laughter.

 After all, this story has long since been concluded, and according to her parts, she is a minor villain. One of those stepping stones for the protagonists to step on and grow into powerful individuals.

 Someone to make their achievements shine brighter. That's who she is. Someone with a past she couldn't undo nor she regretted.

 People would tell her she got what she deserved, punishment. However, in her opinion, she did nothing wrong. Therefor she had little reason to get punished. She admits she was a bully in school. But she didn't do serious bullying, no one getting real hurt her prof. If she really was to bully she wouldn't stop at some petty verbal jokes. 

 No matter what people say, she wouldn't possibly categorize some psychologically damaged girls, further psychological damage as harm. Even more if that girl had self-victimizing conscience and she had several resons to cause that harm. After all if you put your'e hand in a dogs mouth, it will for sure bite.

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Angelica, is not someone to turn down a duel and not someone to explain herself either. Is how she would like to describe herself.

She knows not everyone thinks her ways of reacting are rational. However, they are not her. So they can follow their own beliefs while she follows hers.

 Still, her life isn't so bad. Taking in account that she still has a job. Even if it's only a cashiers job. It allows her to pay her bills and avoid going hungry.

There is also her savings and the partly useless inheritance from her grandfather.

 She may not have a lot, but she does still have a Two-room apartment downtown, which she bought with the last mercy of her parents and the small alimony she got from her ex-husband. It's not the best place, but at least it's not on the streets. These are thoughts she has when nothing particularly unlucky happens during her days.

However, 'alas today is not a normal day, it's a damn hellish day', she thought.

 She took a deep breath while looking into the eye of the, annoyingly tall, high school boy who shamelessly insisted on being an adult. Persisting to buy cigarettes.

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If it was the old me, I might have considered their puberty phase and tried talking to them gently.

 Maybe, I would even ask the sheep-like guy, who seemed forced to buy cigarettes, if he needed help.

 Perhaps I would have tried to strike up a phenomenal discussion about life with the villains behind him and tried to console them about their shitty lives. 

 But to do that I needed to go back 18 years, or at least 6 months.

 Right now, the only thing I could show these infants was how pathetically short-tempered ruined adults can be! 

 After dealing with almost a dozen drunkards in one day, I don't see in myself to tolerate this baby boy. Not, while also seeing his cheering classmates with uniforms revealed under their jackets.

 Only cause I'm wearing sunglasses, does it mean I'm both blind and deaf??? Do they think that I don't have enough problems on my plate???

Guess what? I have plenty on my plate and I don't lack a ridiculous criminal record like having sold cigarettes to minors.

 As I was reaching my limits and was about to open my itching mouth to make these ugly ducklings regret being born, the whole store began to shake...