Chapter 39 Fake Face. Laughing Stock.
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Angela Foster was confused by her words.
At this moment, there were a lot of students walking down the road. The Fosters’ cat fight attracted their attention. More and more people stopped and looked on.
Angela Foster found that everyone was talking about her.
"Ah? Nose, Angela, your nose is crooked!”
"A fake face. Who could expect that? Angela Foster, our school belle, has a fake face.”
Hearing such words, panic flashed across Angela Foster’s face. She quickly took the mirror out of her bag and looked into it.
She saw her nose bridge, once pretty and straight, now crooked to the left side. To add insult to injury, Aurora Foster‘s punch broke her nose and blood tainted her face. Now she seemed as ugly as a monster.
"Ah?!"
Angela Foster screamed in terror, looking around at her classmates who were laughing at her. She was angry and annoyed. Angela Foster gave Aurora Foster a ferocious stare.
"Aurora Foster, you are nothing more than a homeless orphan, how dare you behave in such an arrogant way!"
"You should pay for what you have done to me! I’ll ask my father to cut off the medical budget for that old bird as soon as I get back home! You’ll see the half-dead b***h dead as a doornail!”
Angela foster covered her nose with her hand. She rushed home as soon as she was finished delivering her threatens.
Aurora Foster watched her running away and fell in to a trance state for several seconds.
Mother... Her mother…
As a matter of fact, Aurora Foster really felt guilty when Angela Foster spoke of her mother. In her past life, after the car accident, she had visited her only one time.
It was not because she did not like to take care of her mother, but that her father had rejected her.
Even if she was eager to take care of her mother in person, her rights as a daughter had been deprived by her former father.
She had not heard much from her mother since then in the past life. The only thing she could take as a comfort was the proverb: no news is better than bad news.
She wondered how her mother was doing presently.
She did not take Angela’s menace seriously. She was not afraid of her bastard sister even if she threatened her like that. After all, she still had her younger brother Harlyn, who would take good care of her mother anyway.
Just thinking about her mother, tears blurred Aurora's vision. She blinked her eyes to keep tears from falling down, and then turned around to walk away.
Harlan Wallins witnessed the outset, the development, the climax and the ending of this cat fight. This girl was covered with thorns. She was so strong and arrogant. He looked at her beat a person who insulted her without thinking.
But, looking at her lonely fleeting figure, his heart, cannot help but feeling pity for her.
This time, he didn't take unkindly to her arrogance and aggressiveness, instead, he felt a pain. He wished he could help her in that moment.
Perhaps her arrogant and aggressiveness were just a mask on her face. She put on this mask to cover her vulnerability.
For the rest of the week Aurora Foster was quite busy. She spent every second on reading books and fighting with her exercises booklets. She always stayed on it late until 2 or 3 o’clock in the morning.
Sometimes, she took a nap during the daytime in her class.
She didn’t mean to be absent-minded in her class. But Aurora had always believed that self-study is the most effective way of learning.
She could master more knowledge by self-study in 45 minutes than what she absorbed in a lesson.
This was the Chinese language class. The instructor was Elysia Morris, the teacher in charge of her class.
The bell had rung almost ten minutes ago. Elysia Morrisli was late. But she came to the classroom slowly.
"Boys and girls, sorry for being late, I was busy with something…”
When Elysia Morrisu said these words, she got a glimpse of Aurora deliberately to find Foster had fallen asleep soundly. Contempt flashed across her face.
She spoke to herself, in such an indolent state, how dare Foster brag about herself and bet to get the highest grade in class?
Maybe in her daydreams!
In this school, there were more than two thousand students in their senior year of high school. And Aurora Foster was always the last one!
- Writer
