Chapter 8 Unusual Friends

• Bianca’s POV:
• The green metallic locker with my name, ‘Bianca Andre’, boldly written on the surface was flung open by me immediately after I left the history class. I wasn’t very proud of the name because flashbacks of my father forcefully gripping me in his embrace and caressing my buttocks struck my head continuously. I even had to remove the ‘L’ from his name to avoid feeling objectified. My new books were stacked carefully inside the locker, making me momentarily proud of my decency.
• A pugnacious breeze blew from my left-hand side to the other. I feared it might be the quadruplets again, causing me to bury my face inside my locker. That wouldn’t help because they would find me easily as my locker was exceptional (I was the only one with the green colour for the locker). Luckily, they weren’t the beings approaching with the pugnacious breeze and dirty grin on their faces. It was Teresa accompanied by someone I would best describe as a clown or a minion to be nicer.