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Megan
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"Your principal is just being delusional. He's a fool for not accepting my bribe," mom remarked angrily, throwing her bag on the couch. We'd just returned from WestWood High, mom and dad tried to bribe principal Jonathan, but he rejected their offer.

He just had to expell me anyway!

I trudged into the house behind her, my head hung low in shame. I could feel my mom's eyes on me, boring into my skin.

"Megan, what happened?" she asked, her voice firm. My quiet and dumb dad, sat on a couch staring at me.

I flopped down onto another couch, crossing my arms over my chest. "I got expelled for bullying, Mom," I muttered, not meeting her gaze.

My mom sighed, shaking her head. "Megan, I told you this would happen. You can't just go around bullying people and expect nothing to happen."

Is she being serious right now?

She was aware of my character from day one. My hatred towards Damilola and how I treat others like dirt, isn't breaking news to her, so why was she talking like a responsible mother?

I shrugged, feeling a surge of anger. "It's not a big deal, Mom. I'll just go to another school."

My mom's expression turned stern. "Megan, it is a big deal. My reputation is at stake! WAEC is around the corner, and you got yourself expelled from a reputed school! You hurt people, Megan. You hurt Damilola, and now you're paying the price."

I felt a pang of anger at the mention of Damilola's name. That girl had ruined my life. She had spoken up against me, and now I was expelled.

And to make matters worse, Ivan Kingsley, the guy for me, had dumped me for Damilola. I couldn't believe it. Ivan, the most popular guy in school, had chosen Damilola over me.

He actually professed his love to her in the library, I felt like strangling Damilola to death!

I felt a surge of hatred towards Damilola. I hated her with a passion. I hated her for speaking up against me, for getting me expelled, and for stealing Ivan away from me.

I Hate Her!

My mom's voice cut into my thoughts. "Megan, I'm disappointed in you. I thought I raised you better than this. You need to take responsibility for your actions and apologize to Damilola."

I scoffed, feeling a surge of defiance. "Apologize? No way, Mom. I'm not apologizing to that thing!"

My mom's face fell, and she looked at me with a mixture of sadness and disappointment. "Megan, I don't know what's wrong with you. Don't you care about our reputation?"

I felt a pang of guilt, but I quickly pushed it away. I didn't need my mom's approval or validation. I was Megan, the queen bee of Westwood High Academy.

Or at least, I used to be.

Now, I was just known as a bully, a girl who had been expelled from school for hurting others.

I couldn't shake the feeling of shame and anger that had been building up inside me all day. I was angry at Damilola, angry at Ivan, and angry at my mom for not understanding me.

And I was angry at Betty, my ex-best friend, who had testified against me. She had betrayed me, and I couldn't forgive her for that. Let's not also forget Sharon! I did so much for those two, and they just threw me under the bus like that.

I also blame Michelle Adams for setting me up, and playing that recording for Betty!

I blame every fucking body!

As I sat there, seething with anger and resentment, I knew that I had a long way to go before I could forgive anyone.

My mom stood up, her eyes still filled with disappointment and anger. "Megan, I think you need to take some time to reflect on your actions. You need to think about how your behavior has affected others."

I rolled my eyes, feeling a surge of annoyance. "Whatever, Mom. Can I just go to my room now?"

My mom nodded, her expression still stern. "Yes, go to your room. But Megan?"

I turned to her, my eyes narrowed. "What?"

My mom's eyes were filled with a deep sadness. "I'm sorry, Megan. I'm sorry that it had to come to this, but we're moving abroad. Away from this disgrace, and away from the press."

I felt a pang of guilt, but I quickly pushed it away. I didn't need my mom's pity or sympathy. I just needed to be left alone.

I turned and walked away, leaving my mom standing in the living room, looking at me with a mixture of sadness and disappointment, and my dad sitting quietly like someone that's being controlled. Mitchew.

As I walked up the stairs to my room, I couldn't help but feel a sense of anger and resentment. I was angry at the world, angry at everyone who had wronged me.

And I was angry at myself, angry for letting things get this far.

I slammed the door to my room shut behind me, feeling a sense of satisfaction at the loud noise.

I flopped down onto my bed, crossing my arms over my chest. I was Megan, the queen bee of Westwood High Academy and that perfect girl!

And I was not going to let anyone bring me down.

As I lay there, seething with anger and resentment, I knew that I had a long way to go before I could forgive anyone, including myself.

But for now, I just didn't care. I didn't care about anyone or anything. I just cared about myself, and my own selfish desires.

And as I drifted off to sleep, surrounded by the luxurious furnishings of my bedroom, I knew that I was going to do whatever it took to get back on top.

Even if it meant hurting others.

Even if it meant being a bully.

I'm Megan, and I'm not going to let anyone bring me down again.

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A/N

Very stubborn girl, mitchewwwww.

Na she sabi, at least our Dami and Ivan are now together peacefully 🤗🤗❤️ #Davan

Can't wait to see them 🤭🌹🫠

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