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~WHEN WE MET by Mary miguel.~
Chapter One
My neighbor anxiously tapped her foot on the carpet while we sat in the headmistress’ office waiting for our reports.
“This time I’m sure I got the highest grade,” Romilly sassed crossing her hands over her chest sending me glares and I sighed silently.
Romilly has always been my competitor in academics since I joined West England secondary school.
This issue aroused in year six when I took first place in our spelling tests.
I hadn’t known her by then but when she attacked me one day in the lavatory for getting higher points than her, I couldn’t erase her from my memory.
The headmistress made matters worse by placing me in the same class with her.
“Whatever Romi,” I sighed bored by her unending tantrums, ”I don’t mind.”
She just rolled her eyes dramatically annoyed that I keep on shortening her name.
“Good morning Miss Partel,” the headmistress entered before Romilly could utter a word ,”Miss Hugh.”
“Good morning Miss Nataliya,” we replied in unison while the lady took her seat in front of us.
Miss Nataliya with a ‘y’ is a kind elderly lady of Russian origin who is fluent in English and basing on her glances towards Romilly, she didn’t seem fond to be of her.
“Miss Natalie I’m sure I performed better than Sonia this time,” she sweetened her voice while pulling that smile of hers. French culture and royalty grew on her that’s why she always tries to be perfect in her studies…well, and some other stuff. Romilly has a dream of being England’s next princess next to Meghan Mackle the lucky American to enter Britain’s royal family.
“It’s Nataliya, Miss Hugh not Natalie,” the headmistress pointed out sounding offended ,”and no you didn’t score higher than Miss Partel.” Romilly’s jaw dropped then she sunk in the chair her lips set in a thin line fuming silently.
Miss Nataliya smiled pleased by her silence before handing her the report then she stomped out of the office. “She’s one tough lady,” the headmistress sighed before handing me my report. I’d gotten straight A’s in my papers thank God so I turned to leave but she stopped me.
“Miss Partel I’ve seen you have some good work so I was thinking,” Miss Nataliya paused ,” What do you think about Child genius UK competition?”
“I’ll think about it Miss Nataliya,” I replied and she nodded understanding before dismissing me to class. I have ever watched the Child genius UK but it’s not a piece of cake because there is high competition but I know if I tell my parents about it they’ll approve.
My way to class was interrupted by Romilly who harshly shoved me onto the hallway wall glaring at me with steely eyes. “Why don’t you go back to your stupid India other than coming to my country to steal my place huh?” she snapped angrily while tears welled up in my eyes. Romilly always used my origin against me every time she loses. My name is Sonia Patel and I’m an Indian born in England but I guess some people like Romilly have a problem with it.
When she saw my tears, she let go of my collar and groaned angrily before flounced down the hallway leaving me there. Welcome to my everyday school life.
Hi dear readers! Hope you are all right! I've uploaded my first chapter but if you've read my book on wattpad and noticed some changes, don't worry I'm the same author.
The novel chapters I'll upload here are my original drafts and the ones on wattpad are my re-edited chapters. So its your choice to read what you prefer.
Hope you'll enjoy my books!-and oh no offence is directed to any one. This is just my imagination.
