The small, trembling girl tried to hold back her tears as Nandy stood over her, an amused smile creeping across her face. Nandy, the daughter of a powerful senator, seemed larger than life in the dimly lit corridor. She did not even have to raise her voice. Everyone knew that if you crossed her, things would only get worse. Teachers, students, and even the principal feared her. She was not just another rich girl. She was untouchable. Or so everyone thought.
From the moment she stepped into the secondary school, Nandy made it her territory. Her parents, especially her father the senator, were known for their wealth and influence across the city. Nandy loved to remind everyone that they were nobodies compared to her. She walked through the halls like she owned the school, her high heels echoing with each step, and everyone parted to make way for her, too scared to even glance in her direction. Nandy’s control was not just over the students. Even the teachers and school staff were afraid. They had seen what happened to those who dared to defy her.
One day, while the teacher was delayed, Nandy turned her gaze to another girl in the class, a quiet girl named Adana. With a slight smile, Nandy walked over and grabbed Adana by the arm, pulling her toward the corner of the room. Everyone started whispering, confused and worried, asking each other what was going on. Before anyone could figure it out, Nandy suddenly pushed her hard. Adana stumbled, her books falling from her hands, and landed on the floor with a thud. The whole class went silent, holding their breath as they watched. The air was heavy with tension.