Chapter 1 :

"Rach, can I buy last week's homework from you again? Two copies please!" A girl grinned.

Rachel simply replied "Now or delivered by hand? Remember that service tax."

The girl smiled and paid the money, indicating that she wanted it now.

"Thanks for shopping at Rachel's homework booth." Rachel attempted a joke while the corners of her mouth lifted up.

The girl laughed at her lame joke and walked towards the study hall.

Rachel walked off towards her locker, counting the stack of cash before placing it in her wallet.

"Heyy Joyce, D' mind taking down the homework today?" she turned to one of her classmates next to her and asked.

Business was good as usual this month, selling already 25 copies for the day.

"Hey Rach :D. Sure, I'd take it down. I can't believe how you can manage to do so much homework, all different handwritings
depending on the handwritings of the people and yours, even the exams paper when you sleep all the time during lessons !"

Joyce exclaimed while Rachel grinned

"Well, it's my secret (; . Catch you later."

"Wait! Rach, did you hear about the new guy? He's so.. PERFECT! Cute, gifted, talented and he even topped the entrance exam two years ago."

"Wait..What? He was the guy I lost to? That's a challenge.."

Rachel stopped smiling and a mysterious dark expression took over. She used to be the top in pranking, had the highest IQ and EQ, plus she was the most popular girl in school..

Until he came. Make that the most popular person. She gritted her teeth and silently cursed. She wasn't going to give up her title to someone so unworthy of it.
I mean, she thought, he stole my thunder. And I'm not letting that go without a fight. I've worked so hard to be the Queen... And this loser...
Rachel started shaking, anger taking over completely. She was seething with rage.
"This loser just gets everything without putting in any effort at all!" she hissed, her hand clenched into a fist, her knuckles white as she slammed the locker shut.

Just then, the new guy breezed past her and stared at her. Then he smirked.
"You must be Rachel. I'm Randy. I've heard you have a gift... For slamming lockers?" he smirked in a mocking way, as if to say 'Hey it's that loser!'
Then he walked away, leaving Rachel alone and in shock. No one had ever talked to her like that.
Never did, never will, she thought, punching her locker.


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