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Constance nodded.

The sweater shes wearing today.

Its a new release from an international brand.

Its worth tens of thousands.

How can a girl like her afford that? She must have stolen it.

Rainies sweater? Rosalynns gaze shifted to Rainie, her expression softening.

She understood now-the source of the dispute was the sweater.

Rainie, did you wear the sweater I gave you today? Rainie nodded slowly, her eyes wide with surprise and hurt She hadnt realized the sweater was so expensive.

Her eyes welled up with tears again. Rosalynn, they tore it, she whispered, her voice breaking Its alright, Ill buy you another one.

Rosalynn placed a comforting hand on her shoulder.

She turned back to Constance, her voice steely.

That sweater was a gift from me to Rainie.

Before you throw around baseless accusations perhaps you should think.

Rosalynns gaze swept over Constances dyed hair and brash demeanor.

With your flashy hair and shameless behavior should I call you a delinquent? Maybe someone ought to give you a talking-to.

Rosalynns words cut through the room like shards of glass, her gaze as sharp and cold as winter frost.

Constances eyes flickered downward, a brief crack in her bravado, but it lasted only a moment.

Bolstered by her aunts presence, she raised her chin, a smirk curling her lips.

So what? What are you going to do about it? The challenge hung in the air, bold and defiant.

The audacity of her words rippled through the crowd, a clear indication of her arrogance.

Rosalynn let out a low, humorless chuckle before turning to Marcus.

Mr.

Harrington, it seems this isnt the first time shes acted this way.

For a repeat bully, wouldnt expulsion be appropriate? Marcus shifted his gaze to Constance, his tone measured.noveldrama

Is this an isolated incident, or have there been others? Well need to investigate thoroughly.

If bullying is a pattern, the school wont stand for it.

At his words, murmurs stirred in the crowd. Mr.

Harrington, a small voice called out.

Constance has bullied me before.

Shes done it to me too, another voice added.

And me, someone else echoed.

One by one, students who had once been too frightened to speak found their courage, stepping forward to tell their stories.

For the first time, they felt hope spark-a chance for justice.

Rosalynn stood as their beacon; she might finally bring them the justice theyd long been denied.

As more voices rose against her, Constances confidence faltered, panic flashing in her eyes.