“Really?!”

“No, are you kidding me?”

“Seriously?”

“Shhh!!! She’s coming…”

They stopped talking and gave way for her to pass to her locker.

Sandara’s face was unreadable as people were smiling at her. She didn’t stop to acknowledge them or anything she just continued walking until she arrived at her locker. She wasn’t bothered that people were talking behind her back, she’s used to it already. But she’s not used to one thing—her used to be sticker-free locker door was now filled with flyers and on top of that was her very nicely taken picture–a picture of her dunking.

She’s Sandara Park. She doesn’t give any satisfaction to anybody that this was getting on her nerves.

She shook her head and sighed as she opened her locker. She did expect things like these could happen after yesterday’s practice. Okay, she was kidding…she did though about this after the game. And now its too late for her to put things back the way it was. The bunny has left the building. She’s already exposed.

“I couldn’t believe I missed it.”

“Me, too, are you sure it’s not Photo shopped?”

Photoshop?

What the heck are these people thinking?!

Talking like she wasn’t there has always been one of her major pet peeves. “I’m here, people.” She steadily announced. In cue, the murmurings and whispers stopped.

She pulled out two books and closed it again. She was very well aware students were still watching her. “Am I in a freak show?” She asked in a low voice but clear enough for them to hear. She’s starting to get pissed off.

If only she didn’t wake up late that morning she wouldn’t have been coming in the locker this late where students were surrounding the hallway.

“Sandara, sweetie…” That voice sound so familiar—so irritatingly familiar. She turned around and she rolled her eyes as she confirmed who it was–da.mn! It’s Roger Moore’s scarily look-like. You can actually mistook it as Roger Moore except that It’s a SHE.

W-Wait! What the heck this Roger Moore look-alike wanted from her at this time of the day? “Good morning, Miss Yang.” She greeting in a monotone.

The notorious spinster Miss Yang looking for her? Every single student in SJU knew how much Miss Yang hated their guts–and yeah, the feeling was quite mutual.

So, what is this Banshee coach want from me then? Sandara thought as she raised an eyebrow. It couldn’t be because of yesterday, was it? Again, who was he kidding? It was because of yesterday!

The freaky-lady-who-looks-like-a-man-named Miss Yang smiled. “It seemed we woke at the right side of the bed.” The smiled didn’t fell of her face.

She shrugged.