Chapter 14: To deal with an annoyance(1)

I had a very strong urge to punch someone in the face today—just rip up my desk and bash their head in. But I had beat it back down, no good would come of being caught doing it. Even still, as I looked at my desk, the sheer amount of clutter on it was staggering, someone had the bright idea to bully me by vandalizing my desk. 

They had what? forty-nine other children that could have been their target but why me? I mean many of them won't have even put up a fight. If only they would have done that we could all have been happy. But noooooo. 

Well, they started this. 

Quickly slipping out my phone from my pocket, I clicked a few pictures of the desk and as I did I felt a few footsteps behind me, turning around it was Dina whose cheery look quickly morphed into a horrified one as her eyes washed over the mess, "Oh no! Mira, someone is bullying you!" She squeaked. 

I shrugged, "Any idea who that 'someone' is?" She shook her head, "Sorry, this is the first time it has happened in class. Any idea why?" 

My gaze returned to the desk, on it, someone had ground a lot of permanent ink, prostitute, street bitch, bottom feeder, these worlds were all there, so I nodded, "A pretty good idea, yeah. They probably got my background." 

"Oh," She nodded with disgust forming on her face. A small smile is drawn on my face as I remember how she had reacted when I told her about my background. The same look of disgust from back then was directed to the desk. That memory always brought a smile to my face for the verbal lashing she got from her mother was one to behold, and also the reason that I had revealed it in front of her parents. 

"Come on Mira! Don't laugh, bullying is a serious matter," I let my smile grow and giggled further, "It is a little funny." 

"How come you are so nonchalant about it? It's humiliating," She said as other students started to pour into the class, I shook my head, "You worry too much Dina, it's a stupid stunt," My words were loud to let the others listen in, "Besides," My voice descended into a whisper, "They will pay." 

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There were many ways to do them in, ride the camera reels which, no doubt would have had them recorded. As for why they decided to do it in front of some chunky camera only they know. Possibly childish stupidity. My phone flipped up and down in my hand as I leaned against the wall outside of class and waited for the teacher. 

My desk was ruined, as for my backpack that too had been demolished but I didn't care, I had never made notes and the books could burn for all I cared.

The halls grew quiet as students shuffled into their classes and from the distance, I could see her, "Madam Smith." She was a thin lady, lanky even, her brown hair and brown eyes left a completely bland impression. 

"Need anything, Miss Wayne?" She paused in front of me, I nodded and pulled out my phone gallery, and the first picture was displayed. 

I didn't want to report it, they would get a slap on the wrist and then be let go, they were children after all. I wanted to do worse but with how vandalized the desk was, I just went ahead and told her for it would have been impossible to clean. 

"Oh, dear!" Her words leaped out of her lips, her expression immediately turning to one of concern, "Don't worry dear, we will see to this." 

I had no doubts about that, this was a prestigious school and the students here were all future elites of their society, just imagining what would happen if they didn't take action and the children went and told their parents. I shudder to imagine the headache the principal would be having at that moment, not the least of which would be because I, the victim am a Wayne. Still, it would all be wrapped up as kids being kids. Would that be satisfying though? Nope.

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Now, should I behave like the adult I am on the inside and I forgive them? Should I help them become better human beings? Should I be the responsible adult? Yes, yes, and yes but am I? F*ck no.

They are going to pay, but not now. They will pay when they are helpless, powerless, and too pathetic to fight back. For now, I am just the 'good girl' of the class. 

"Any idea who did this?" She asked, I shook my head. I had not set a word to her. I didn't have much idea of how people with bullying problems dealt with it—never cared to pay attention to the lowest cast of my school—but I was going to try to show that I was upset. 

"Alright," She said as her hands pushed open the classroom door. 

""Good morning Mrs Smith,"" The class greeted her in unison, she nodded as I followed her in, my eyes running over each face trying to see who would react. 

"Morning students," she repeated her ever-so-familiar greetings, still there was an edge to her voice, she was angry. Good. 

My eyes caught onto one Mathew, a bit of a rough kid, good on his feet, and probably gonna be a good football player, sorry soccer—forgot that the two things are different in America—was red in the face, angry? Bitter? His friends, all the same, were avoiding the teacher's eyes, did they do it? Doesn't matter, I just had to look through the class camera recording. 

Smith's eyes pulled to a hastily cleaned desk, with bits and pieces of ink still on it as I walked over to it, "Ma'am can I get a different desk out of the storeroom?" I asked her. 

"Five minutes, afterward you can go," Her gaze once again at the class, "Whoever did that to Miss Wayne's desk, step forward. Don't make me look into the camera recordings." 

No one came forward but Mathew and his mates were being too obvious and so, "Mathew, Prince, do you two perhaps have anything to say to me?" 

Both shook their heads, "Right, do you know your mother was mighty annoyed with you, Prince? And Mathew your father told me to disciple you as I need right?" I blinked my eyes, they did? So, repeat troublemakers huh? Useful, if I were to do something to them outside of camera rage no one would believe them. 

"Alright then if you two don't know then maybe we should ask the cameras?" She was just threatening them at this point, quite blatantly I might add. 

"Mira, what do you think we should do?" She shifted the whole thing off to me, to be honest, I had two options, If I were to push it, they will get caught and walk off with a slap on the wrist and might hate me, or If I were to forgive them, it might lead to two outcomes, they might think me prime material to bully or they become grateful for letting them off. And revenge can always be later, what was that saying? Revenge is a dish best served cold, right? 

What should be done? 

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[A/N: Since I do not want to end this in a cliff hanger, have a double chapter today.] 

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