Not A Small-Town Girl

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"Stop trying tasstir up trouble. You

two are singly the same tune. I

think youtwo were behind the whole

thing!" séeing they attacked Danielle

from the moment they got there,

Danfétle’s friend couldn’t helpbut

efénd her.

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Ava and Nancy exchanged uneasy glances. "What are you

implying?" Ava asked, her voice laced with guilt. "We’re

nothing like Danielle."

Danielle, who had not spoken, walked up to Ava and Nancy

with two plates of food.

"In the following scene, everyone gasped as Danielle placed

dinner plates on Ava and Nancy’s heads.

Stunned, they gaped at Danielle for a moment before erupting

in fury. "Are you insane?" they shrieked. "You little brat! How

dare you put food on my head? I’m going to teach you a

lesson!

"Bitch, do you have any idea how much my clothes cost?"

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The two of them rushed towards Danielle with their heads

covered in soup.

As they rushed towards Danielle, she dodged sideways,

slapping Ava across the face. With another swift move, she

then slapped Nancy.

Both of them instantly clutched their soup-soaked left cheeks,

leaving the surrounding students momentarily stunned.

Ava, who never been hit before,

was stunted to be both doused with

soup apt slapped. "You rude tthe

brat! Bent you know who I ant? How

dar eyou hit me? I’m calling I my dad!

Your re finished!"

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Nany echoed, "Yeah, Nana, call your dad quickly. Have him

come and deal with Danielle and get her expelled from

school.”

Is that so?" Danielle retorted, stepping onto Ava’s chest.

“Well, if we’re telling the school, let me give you some

evidence.”

"Danielle repeatedly slapped Ava.

She then turned to Nancy.

"Don’t you dare come any closer! This is a school! You..."

Nancy’s voice trailed off before she could finish her threat.

Danielle repeatedly slapped her in the face, leaving it badly

swollen, before finally stopping. The attack was shockingly

brutal for students.

“Danielle cleaned her hands with a wet wipe and then threw it

at Ava’s face.

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Danielle’s voige-was cold, her eyes

even colder ou were behind the

post, weren’t you? The boys at =~

school aten’t good enough for me to

botherseducing them—I wouldh’t

wasté my time adding their “contactnoveldrama

inférmation."

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With that, she turned and walked out of the canteen.