Something was amiss.
Profoundly amiss.
Tiffany Mamet was unusually vehement today, her words were restless, her eyes brimming with malice...
Maggie Spencer and Charlotte Spencer glanced at each other, quickly stood up, and guarded Old Madam Spencer by her side, one on the left and the other on the right. Old Madam Spencer, provoked by Tiffany Mamet's words, was so furious that she covered her chest with her hand.
It was at this moment that a series of hurried footsteps were heard.
Even though she, Tiffany, harbored deep hatred for him now, the moment she heard those familiar footsteps, her eyes still lit up, and she quickly turned her head toward the sound.
Indeed, the man leading the way was the one she'd been pining for.
"Scho..."
Before she could finish saying "Principal," Gem Atkinson was already in front of her, lifting his leg and fiercely kicking.