Chapter 6
She arrived at school and went to her classroom. The usually noisy room was went fewerd Ahird continebant Forpore woolexes
she’d gamme inash
i wonder what happened in Alice. Did she give up”
“I think she’s given up pretending That’s the real Alice.”
Ignoring the bushed whispers, Alice pour down her bag shud lay down on her desk to see the day through the ende mening
After lunch, Chloe came to the classroom. She had an IV drip. Her appearance immediately garnered sympathy and comes from ber classmates
Alice frowned and shifted her position
Suon, someone slammed her desk. Alice impatiently locked up, her eyes sharp and angry. Chlow was sending in front of her, her entourage looking impatient. Alice narrowed her eyes. These girls often bullied her, even fabricating evidence to tell her brother
Chloe said weakly “Alice, what do you want for lunch? I’ll get it for you. Don’t be mad at me, please?”
Alice replied coldly “I don’t need anything”
Chloe’s first follower said angrily,“Alice, don’t be ungrateful Chloe’s sick.”
“Exactly, you should take care of Chloe at school. She’s sick because of you”
Chloe weakly coughed. “Please don’t say that. I can take care of myself. I’ve always been alone. Don’t say anything more, you’ll upser her.”
“Chloe, you’re too kind, that’s why you’re bullied.”
Alice, impatient, stood up to leave. As she stepped out, Chloe suddenly rushed forward, causing the IV stand to fall Chloe fell onto the broken glass. It was awfully convenient.
The classroom was in chaos. Alice felt a headache coming on. She opened her mouth to speak when she blacked out
When Alice woke on, she smelled antiseptic. The school infirmary?
“Temperature of 102 4F. Holding out that long? Wanting to experience slow roasting?
Alice turned to see a man in a white coat, tall and slender, wearing a mask, his eyes cold. She remembered him–the new school doctor, very handsome and popular with the girls, but also very sharp–tongued. He didn’t stay long
Alice sat up, feeling better, the IV drip having helped. She lowered her eyelids. “Can I go now?
“Wait for your family. I don’t want to be responsible if you die on the way.” Jack Wilson’s voice was casually dismissive. A truly sharp–tongued
doctor.
She croaked, “I don’t have family.”
Just then, Caleb’s urgent voice came from outside. “Chloe, are you alright? How badly are you hunt?
“Caleb, it’s just a tiny scratch. Don’t blame Alice; it wasn’t intentional. I’m dumsy; I knocked over the IV stand.”
Chloe’s first follower added fuel to the fire. “No, Chloe asked to get Alice lunch, but Alice refused, then she angrily tripped Chloe. We all saw
it!”
Chloe’s second follower chimed in. “Right, Chloe was sick and still worried about Alice not eating, but Alice cruelly pushed her down!”
Caleb’s anger flared. His voice, choked with rage, boomed, “Where’s Alice? Get out here! How dare you make Chloe get your lunch? Her father should’ve let you die in that accident to save his daughter from your torment!”
Hearing that, Alice curled her lips into a cynical smile. It was just like the last–life–Chloe’s word was gospel.
The curtain beside Alice was roughly pulled open. Alice looked up, her face pale, her lips chapped, her whole body weak. She looked way more worse than Chloe.
“Alice…” Caleb started, his words caught in his throat.
* 118 54
