A Second Life, A New Power novel Chapter 194

Demi's eyes narrowed in disbelief. If it weren't a teacher speaking, she'd have fired off a string of curses. Instead, she forced herself to stay calm.

"Ms. Pope, my name is Demi Moone!" she repeated through gritted teeth. She despised the surname "Pitt" and would never let anyone call her that.

Rebecca scoffed dismissively. "Whatever your name is, it doesn't matter. You're about to leave our school anyway!" Her tone dripped with cold derision. "Don't waste our time. Get out now! You're holding everyone up."

Demi glanced at the books neatly arranged on the windowsill, then at the mess of garbage littering her desk and sticky soda stains on her chair. Pointing at her books, she demanded, "Ms. Pope, where am I supposed to put my books? My desk is a disaster!"

"Just leave them there. What, are you worried someone might steal them?" Rebecca barked, her anger flaring.

Demi's voice turned icy. "I don't know if someone might steal them, but I'm worried that some spiteful jerk will dump more garbage on them. I just picked them up from the trash. Don't you think that's important, Rebecca?"

For a moment, Rebecca's face twisted with anger as she bit her lip. Apparently eager to wrap things up quickly, she then turned sharply toward two guys sitting at the front. "You two! Clean up Demi's desk right now!"

The boys protested immediately. "But Ms. Pope, it wasn't us who made this mess! Why should we clean it up?"

"Listen," one of them said haughtily, "this isn't like your old, run-of-the-mill class. Don't treat us like your servants!"

Their defiant tones only deepened Rebecca's scowl. She'd forgotten that the International Program was full of privileged kids who thought themselves untouchable.

Demi stood silently, watching the exchange. It seemed her attitude, already borderline insolent, had only further irritated the teacher. Unable to take her anger out on the boys, Rebecca directed all her fury at Demi.

With a venomous glare, she ordered, "Joseph and the others, go clean up her desk and chairs. She doesn't deserve to sit here any longer."

Reluctantly, Joseph and his four cronies trudged off to tidy up Demi's station. Demi herself walked over to her mess and coolly warned, "Make sure you clean it up properly. Otherwise, I won't hesitate to press your heads into the trash until they're spotless."