Melanie's POV:
Wiping the tears off my cheaks, I fixed myself before finding my class. My nose was bright red and I kept on sniffling. My jade eyes were slightly red from my blubbering. I have maths with.. Mr Coleman. Room 213, 214, 215 and finally room 216. I shoved the door open to find every single pairs of eyes on me. Being scared was the last thing I wanted to feel. Melanie Rodriguez is never scared. But at that moment my throat closed up making it hard to breath.
"Miss Melanie?" Mr Coleman asked making me tremble in fear.
"Y-yes." I responded looking at the floor.
"Why are you so late?" He questioned with a strict expression laced upon his features.
"N-no reason," I stuttered hoping that he would stop asking questions.
"Tsk tsk tsk, being late on your first day isn't a good sign. You're probably a little rebel and troublemaker. Just like your father." He said smirking at me.
Audible gasps filled the rooms. How dare he compare me to that worthless piece of shit.
"And you're probably a balding middle aged teacher suffering from depression after his wife left him for a man with a better job." I hissed with venom in my tone. I walked closer to him before saying "And the thing is, What I said is true."
I gave him the biggest smirk before sitting in a random seat and placing my legs on the table. His face turned into a deep shade of red before him calming himself down and continuing with the lesson.
I turned my head to the side to see that Bradley kid right next to me.