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The wicked witch continued talking but this time with more confidence

"Where's your dad Mimi? Where is he, Huh?" She taunted with fake concern in her voice.

"Oh yeah, I remember now. He's dead." She started laughing like the clown she is and the rest of the circus animals around us joined her in laughter.

"honestly I don't even blame him. If I had a daughter like you, I too would hang myself" The witch of the west continued with her teasing with a large goofy grin on her face as the class roared and cheered for her like she just won first place in the Olympics

They are all pathetic.

So remember when I said that I would never take anything she said personal ?

Scratch that. I'm taking it very personal

I don't even care that the whole class was laughing at me, but just why would she say all that?. Not only is it super insensitive but she promised me she wouldn't tell anyone.

I know that we are enemies now, but before sixth grade, we were best friends. We had been since daycare. That's why after moving to Canada and I started grade 1, She was the only friend, making me feel comfortable with telling her that my father died.

Though I don't remember much about him since I was so little, I know he was a good man so his death affected all of us, especially paired with the sudden move. My mother had the hardest time as she seemed to fall into a deep depression and as a child, I didn't want to burden her with my sadness too.

I couldn't hide my feelings though and needed someone to hear me out so I turned to Vanessa since she was literally my only friend. Despite her being young too at the time, she listened, comforted and offered a shoulder for me to cry on.

I hate to say this now, but I'm still kind of grateful for her being there for me all those years back. That's when she was nice.

I didn't want anyone else to know about my father's passing because I was scared other kids would have teased me for not have the basic nuclear family with a loving mom and dad. As kids, I held so much trust for her Vanessa and thought she'd keep it a secret. She promised she would never tell a single word about my father it made me uncomfortable, and that she would be my best friend forever. Well, that was the plan at least.

But people are like beauty standards; they're constantly changing

When we reached middle school, Vanessa started paying more attention to the way she looked, and how boys thought of her. While I stuck to wearing the same ugly blue overalls three times a week with my hair tied up into two tight ponytails on each side with red polka dot bows holding it up. Oh and also I still had a nose picking problem.

I'll admit I don't blame her for getting second hand embarrassment from me, but it still hurt.

She found herself a new friend group and gradually spent less and less time with me.

Until one day when I tried hanging out with her, she just snapped and started yelling at me about how ugly, childish and dumb I am in front of our 6th-grade class.

I am totally not scared from that experience.

That moment marked the end of an eight-year-long friendship. Though it wasn't that bad, at least I met Saanvi in the process.

Even so, after she became the witch that she we all know and despise, I thought she would at least have the basic human decency to keep the very personal secret I shared with her years ago a secret.

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But not only did she tell "someone", she told the whole geography class.

I felt my face heat up and my fists clenched into a ball, as I chocked back tears from the betrayal. I'm mad and sad at the same time.

I took a step forward in Vanessa's direction. One step became two steps, and two steps became three steps.

Vanessa Eventually noticed I was getting close to her and stopped laughing with her friends to look at me with a look of confusion on her face.

Call me dramatic, but at this moment everything felt like it was moving in slow motion as I kept walking closer to her. Her eyes were focused on mine and my eyes were focused on hers. It was like we were the only ones in the room.

I couldn't even hear the loud chatter and taunting of my classmates. I don't know whether it is because I tuned them out or the sound of my heartbeat was so loud that I couldn't even hear them over it.

Usually I'm a rational person and pride myself on not acting on impulse, but that rationality seemed to be thrown out the window. In the moment my only thought was to get back at Vanessa.

As soon as I was close enough to her, I lunged forward slapping her across the face as hard as I could without much thought.

I saw the expressions of excitement and awe on the faces of my classmates who now had their phones in hand, cameras set on record pointing at us as they knew they were going to capture a fight to post on their Instagram stories.

But I couldn't pay too much attention on the crowd as I then felt Vanessa's hands grabbing the end of both sides of my mid length hair and pulling it as if trying to yank it off. In desperation for the pulling to stop, I pushed her away in the stomach with my foot but only that made her tighten her grip on my hair and causing me more pain. So to retaliation I grabbed her hair back.

luckily she was wearing pig tails too so I used that to push her to the ground

With that, the fight started.

Vanessa was now on the ground and I was on top of her, seeing the opportunity I tightly clenched my fist into a ball and threw the first punch aiming for her face. One punch turned two and two turned to three. I just kept going.

But Vanessa didn't give up without a fight and with her free hand, she hit me hard in the stomach. I fell back from the pain causing more "ooooooo"s and "awww"s to erupt in the room.

I clenched my stomach and contemplated whether this fight was even worth it.

"You're just gonna give up like a coward, Mimi?" Douchebag #3 yelled and others joined, chanting for me to continue despite my evident discomfort. They wanted us to keep fighting so they could have something to talk about with their friends later.

I knew they actually didn't care about me, but the encouragement pumped me up to hit back. Then I heard another voice "Mia stop!" Saanvi shouted, being the only reasonable one in the crowd "Think about your future".

I looked back and our eyes locked. I could see the disappointment and worry on her face. She was right. If this gets put on my record, then it will decrease my chances of getting into a good university for sure.

But as I was coming back to my senses, I felt a sharp pain run across my right cheek as a greater force collided with my face, pushing me backwards. With me caught off guard, Vanessa took the opportunity to push me to the ground and top me and now she had the upper hand.

I brace my face for the punches I knew that were coming, just hoping to get over with it.

As if some divine being granted my prayers, we all heard the rusty class door creek open revealing our geography teacher looking as grumpy as ever.

Mr. khan. Finally!

I didn't even care about being caught in the odd position me and Vanessa were in or how much trouble I was in. I was just glad this whole thing was ever.

I have never been so glad to see that angry balding old man.

I never thought I would want to just go up to him and hug him since he practically saved me. But obviously, I didn't do that because Ew.

So Instead, I gave him a big smile to show my gratitude, which I don't think worked because he just gave me this weird look of disgust in return, but wherever.

"What the bloody hell is going on here!" he angrily demanded, looking at all the students surrounding us.

The whole room fell silent until the school loser, Radimir Zverev, who everyone hated spoke up "They were fighting" he said pointing to us "and everyone was filming it on their phones, which goes against your rules sir"

He said lifting his glasses up his face while everyone stared at him as if they were all about to jump him, but clearly not reading the room he continued yapping in his annoying Sponge bob sounding voice "but don't worry sir, I didn't film anything. I told them to stop because I don't condemn fighting. It's against the school policy"

Mr. Khan just sighed, already looking fed up with everyone. He didn't even walk up to use or further assist the situation before saying "Miss. Ingrid, Miss. Lim go to the office"

He took a seat at his desk "and the rest of you go to your seats and open up page 50 of your texts book"

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