On that day of that year, she was ten years old, just like usual, carrying Ava Parker's school bag after school.
The only difference was, this time she walked in front of Ava Parker.
What she wore was the clothes Ava Parker didn't want.
She was a year older than Ava Parker, naturally taller as well.
Ava Parker's clothes on her, though short and ill-fitting, could not hide her beauty.
She walked with head held high, a confident smile on her face, striding ahead.
Several boys from the same school were running behind her, constantly talking and chatting with her.
In their eyes, they only saw her, neglecting the little princess Ava Parker.
She was talking with them about school matters when Ava Parker suddenly rushed from behind and snatched away the school bag she was carrying for her.
Ava Parker gave her a fierce glare and ran off quickly.
At that time perhaps she didn't understand, but later she did. The look Ava Parker gave her was called jealousy, crazy jealousy.
