12th Dîsciplê Episode 38

Scott

“What mark?” I asked curiously, my brows furrowed at them.

They opened another page of the book and showed it to me.

“Each disciple had a mark according to his/her number. So, the 12th disciple should have the number 12 as well – on her waist”. He replied and my eyes dimmed as everything sounded familiar to me – looked familiar.

The number 12.

The mark…

I’d swear I’ve seen that mark before. Definitely.

But where…??

Good lord!!

My heart leapt immediately.

Danica!!

Danica

My heart skipped as I looked around. Where the heck were my clothes???

Oh my God! What happened to them?? Who took them??

Conniption gripped me as I looked around. Why was I suddenly having a cranky feeling about this? Bitna and her friends…why was my mind drifting to them?

No; but they wouldn’t do this to me. What have I done to deserve such cruelty from them?

I suddenly saw something familiar on the floor – close to the door. I gasped whe when I recognized it.

Oh my God! My underwear!!

My eyes dimmed immediately and I rushed to get it. What was it doing on the floor?

I looked and saw another, a distance away, after the door.

What the heck?? How did they get there?? I ran to it and picked it up.

I looked and saw another. Then, I discovered it was being done on purpose. They were purposely lined up that way. But who could’ve done such evil???

I ran to it and picked it up.

I looked and saw more of my stockings, shoes and books,, spread on a straight line and I dolefully followed them – picking them up.

In all, I was still yet to find my main clothes. Who could have done this to me? Bitna? I’ll definitely make sure she pays.

Tears pricked my eyes as I continued following the trail and finally, I ended up in the courtroom. Oh my God! The basketball court room.

A little practice was going on there by the boys with few students around and everyone tyrned to look at me as I showed up.

“What the…hell?” One of the girls chuckled. All eyes were rotating around me.

Good lord!

Even the boys stopped playing and looked at me and it dawned on me again that I was putting on just a towel. A towel?! In front of so many people!!

“Who’s she..?” Others laughed.

“Is she crazy?”

“Or she missed her way?..”

“Oh…crap!”

My clothes were there on one side of the floor and I bit my lip as I walked towards it, trying as much as possible to stop my tears from falling.

My eyes spotted Bitna and her crew alongside the other students, and they had a triumphant smirk on their lips. Obviously, it was from them.

I lowered my gaze to the floor as I went to where the clothes were on the floor. I held my towel tightly to my chest before bending to pick them. I had to struggle and be so much careful to prevent my towel from falling off. I felt so much humiliation. How would she do this to me?

Over half of the students were taking pictures of me with their phones. I could imagine what they’d tag me as – Crazy student in towel, walks into the Basketball court”.

Oh,,Bitna I’d never forgive you for this. I just had a strong feeling she was behind it.

But surely….there’s no way I’d be staying in school after this. No way – not today – not after all this.

I heard more noise and lifted my eyes to see more students running into the hall. Oh God! Has the news gone so far already? What do I do?

I had to drop my shoes and books so I could pick the clothes properly and as I did, I suddenly felt a hand support me – a hand touch my clothes.

A tear dropped from my eye as I lifted them slowly to see the prince, squatting in front of me.

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