Chapter 1
Winshielle's pov:
My classmates and fellow students here are really wealthy! However, I'm not comfortable because my socks have holes in them! I hope I won't get embarrassed today, but then again, this is usually how it is in my old school.
As I was walking, someone suddenly bumped into me.
Winshielle: OH MY GOSH, WHAT'S WRONG WITH YOU?!
David: Hey, why are you mad? You're the one who wasn't watching where you were going. I'm the one who should be complaining because you scuffed my shoes!
Winshielle: Shoes are just material things, but I'm the one who got hurt. I'm the victim!
David: You? Victim? Do you know how much my shoes cost? 47,000!
Winshielle's thoughts: Did I really just hear that? 47,000?!
David: I thought you were a nerd? A nerd is supposed to be smart, use your brain, idiot! (Winshielle kicks David's foot and runs off to the classroom) Ms. Z: Okay, we have a transferee. Kindly introduce yourself. Winshielle: Hi, I'm Winshielle Alexandra Faith-Marie Silva. Classmate 1: Wow, her name is so long. Ms. Z: Sit down next to David. (When Winshielle sits down, David whispers to her) David: Hi, idiotic nerd. Winshielle: Winshielle. That's my name. Can we just study quietly now? *Recess time (I'm eating alone in the canteen when someone suddenly spills soda on my food) (I stand up, leave, and head to my locker. I overhear David talking to his friends) David: That idiotic nerd is getting on my nerves. Cinco: Then let's play with her. Daz: You mean the PWNF? Cinco: Yeah! Rabin: This isn't a good idea. She looks nice. Nethan: Nice? No she's not. David: you guys are right.! Let's play with her feelings? Winshielle's pov I left the place you know guys, I'm not going to be the victim here. I'm not going to be played with. Let's see how far this bet goes. (Note: PWNF stands for "Play With Nerds' Feelings")
