Tough luck for her. I'm even tougher. I dealt with grown men in their thirties and forties; she just pushed around teenage girls.

I took the cigarette from her mouth and took a drag. "A mother would never forget her daughter, right? So, you need some pocket money?"

The girl was taken aback by my attitude and seemed ready to explode, but then the other three girls pulled her away, whispering among themselves.

One of them said, "Lea, could she have swapped souls with someone else? Her attitude is completely different."

Another added, "Maybe. In novels, the heroine dies, and someone else takes over her body, then takes revenge on those who bullied her."

The third roommate said, "Seriously, I've been reading this novel lately, and it's just like that. Lea, maybe we should get the money from someone else. If it's true, we could end up expelled or worse."

Lea sighed, "Enough with your novels already. Just leave me alone for half an hour, okay? You two bookworms are driving me nuts!"

I sat back, smoking, and watched them whisper, finding it amusing. They might as well have used a loudspeaker; it wasn't like I couldn't hear them.

After scolding them, Lea turned back to me.

"Keira, I don't care if you've lost your memory or swapped bodies or whatever. You still owe me money, and you're going to pay up."

I smirked and stood up, cigarette dangling from my lips, and kicked her hard in the knee. She wasn't expecting it and dropped to her knees with a thud.

I lightly slapped her face a few times, taunting her, "A good daughter should kneel when asking her mommy for money."

She was furious and tried to stand up, but I kicked her in the chest, sending her staggering back.

"Manners, everyone should have them. What kind of daughter hits her mother?"

Lea, the tough girl, suddenly looked pitiful. Then, a stylish woman appeared at the door, unlocking it with a click.

"Keira, are you bullying Lea again? Do you want me to call your parents?"

I looked at the woman at the door, confused. What was she talking about?

"Are you blind? She's the one bullying me," I pointed to Lea on the floor.

Then I looked around. Okay, it did look like I was the one bullying her.

I'm more of a fighter than a talker, and when it comes to anything other than swearing, I'm at a loss. So, I ended up going with the woman to the disciplinary office.