Han Luo was startled. She had begun to feel drips of sweat trickle down her face, after looking at the four girls who surrounded her. She nervously stood there, cornered by Han Luilui and her friends at the back of the school building. Classes were over; the school was getting emptier.
The girl groaned resentfully, "I can't believe that she stole my favorite pencil. It was given by my mother on my birthday." She was Han Luilui's good friend.
Her other friend smirked. "She is a thief, after all." This girl liked to criticize and badmouth people who were better than her.
The girl who had the worst mouth proclaimed, "She stole Xiao Luilui's father and brother, how can she let go of your pencil?" She had a habit of easily getting angry since she was pampered by everyone.
"She was born a thief!" This girl criticized Han Luo as she couldn't stand her cuteness and brilliance.
The pampered girl snickered. "Maybe her parents were like that too."
