Searching for Love, Found Wealth

“Oh Gladys, did you call your big sister to scold us. Oh, I’m scared” the taller boy mocked, totally ignoring me.

He shut up when Gladys dropped her bag on the ground.

“Tyler. If I was a boy, I’d be much more cooler than you’d ever be. Thank the Good God I wasn’t” and she turned go the smallish boy, “And you, Jake, I can beat you in football anytime. Wanna bet? My dad was a policeman so I’m really fit” she smirked as she rolled her eyes at the boys.

I guess she didn’t need my help much.

I patted her head and turned to leave.

I was at the gate when I heard a female, with a subtle Spanish accent, yelling at Gladys, calling her a “Gold digging orphan”.

Why wasn’t I surprised to see Mirabella?

“Guess today is bully Gladys day, isn’t?” Gladys massaged her temples. Why wasn’t she offended she was called a gold-digging orphan?

She wasn’t am orphan. And for facts, her both biological parents were alive.

Where did the wuss hear that from? The Martinez must have been doing some ‘illegal’ background check on us.

I stayed at the gate holding myself from coming back in.

“I told you I wanna be friends but you said I’m not your type. Then be my enemy and I’d treat you how I treat my enemies” Mirabella flung her hair to her back.

She had a long hair. Since long hair was becoming ‘trendy’ I took notice. Maybe she had started that trend.

“We couldn’t be friends. You are more of a Barbie and I’m an Elsa. There’s a difference” Gladys retorted.

I guess Frozen made a weirdly huge impression on her.

“You are crazy? Bringing us down to cartoon character?” I kinda sided with Mirabella on that one.

Like they could talk like kids. I folded my arms not even thinking of ending this possible war.

“You’re beauty conscious, wanna be the star of every story, have minions following her around…” Gladys gestured at the two blonde heads behind Mirabella. The two girls frown.

“You are a typical Barbie. From the little I know of the cartoon character, you fit her a lot. Her bad parts, you fit her bad parts a lot”.

Right there with ya, Gladys.

Rage filled Mirabella’s eyes.

She pushed aside one of her minions that had snickered on Gladys comment. The little girl fell and grazed her knee.

I don’t know why a teacher hadn’t crossed this path for the last minutes. No wonder bullying flourished here.NôvelDrama.Org content.

“You are a short Quokka who doesn’t deserve any respect. How dare you use derogatory terms on me!” Mirabella pointed at Gladys.

Like a answer to prayer, a teacher holding a bit walled towards us with a book in her hands. She must be teacher of this corner.

I turned to leave again but decided to wait, incase Mirabella, and minions, blame everything on Gladys.

The teacher waved and smiled at me but looked away before I could reciprocate.

“You are all in school and decided to start the day with a fight?” the teacher spoke while looking down from her glasses.

I guess morning fights were part of the order of the day. So different in my time. I feel old.

“Mirabella wasn’t in school all through

last week, ma’am” the boy, the teacher was holding, spoke.

Mirabella hit him slightly but he pushed her aside and continued speaking, “She also didn’t submit her homework for last two weeks. Coupled with she making Janeth graze her elbow yesterday”.

The teacher looked at Mirabella disappointedly, “Beauty, Riches but no Brains. Tsk” she walked back into the school building.

She didn’t even usher the kids in to avoid another fight. And that was all she said?

I expected Mirabella diving unto the boy who had reported her but she just stood there eyeing him.

I then saw the uncanny resemblance to Gladys principal I saw once on mom’s phone. He must be the principal’s son.

“Stop fighting with pretty girls like Gladys. I told you it makes you looked bad” the boy stressed on the bad.

The other boys began laughing.

Jeez, some cheesy words from a possible eight year old, what is our world turning to.

“Thanks for the advice, Scott, but being bad, ugly or stupid can’t beat being poor. Like this insect over here” Mirabella looked Gladys over.

“My family’s wealth right now, without no extra working, would take us to our seventh generation. What can she boast of?” Mirabella’s minions cheered as she spoke.

I rolled my eyes. These kids fight was just about wealth, parents, blah blah. Like I thought Mirabella was better than this.

“Look, Mirabella, you’re the Raquelle while Gladys is the Barbie in this story. You won’t always get to win” Scott hissed.

“I’m no Barbie. I’m am Elsa” okay, Gladys retort was cringe. Like I love you but shut the hella up.

“Hey, hey, hey” I rushed back to the kids. “I gotta be on my way. Don’t you guys have class to do or something?”.

“We do. But Elsa and Barbie were arguing” Scott winked at Gladys.

She rolled her eyes which any sensible would do at such time. Who was this eight year flirting with.

He began heading towards their class. The boys followed him. It was obvious he pulled principal sons card from time to time.

Mirabella glared at Mirabella for what seemed like eternity before joining the rest. Along with her minions.

“Have fun. I don’t think you’re much trouble here” I patted her cheeks. She smiled and joined the rest of the class.

As I expected, I was late for my own class and was unlucky enough to just meet recess.

I hurriedly ran to my form teacher to explain my a sense. She seemed to be in a good mood and perfectly understood.

I met up with Jacob and Jasper outside, they just ordered some foods and had collected it at the gate.

Who knew one could order food while at school grounds? Or is it rich kids privileges?

“I bet you had a sweet sleep on that sweet bed of yours?” Jasper grinned as he saw me. I eyed Jacob and he scratched his nape.

“Jacob told me how the bed bounced. It’s a good one” Jasper ruffled my hair. I slapped his hands out and slapped Jacob’s back.

“Let’s go finish our project, okay? Before I break something”.