The Girl by the Trash Can18 Years to Shred Her Bully

When i was 11, my father died on a pack hunt. The academy headmistress, margaret, pointed at my mother at the parentteacher conference. With your family background, she'll be lucky to finish this year. She might as well stop now. Don't drag down my pack's honor. In the great hall, my mother dropped to her knees in front of all the other parents, begged her to give me one more chance. Margaret turned away, didn't even look at her. After that, she moved my desk to the back of the classroom. The corner spot, right next to the trash can. The other kids joined in, stuffing rotten mandrake roots and broken potion bottles into my bag. I went to margaret to report it. She looked at me coldly. Miss Margaret, they put these in my bag. A wolf doesn't bite without reason. Why doesn't anyone else get bullied? Just you that was the day. I learned that grownups could be this cruel. My mother set up a stall at 3:00 a. m. Morning, her hands covered in burned scars from stirring broth pots. She used that money to put me through school. 18 years later, i became the new chancellor of silver moon academy, the finest school in the werewolf world, the honors admission scholarship, a ticket to the royal warriors or even the elder council. The application file landed on my desk. A girl, top marks, first in combat, endorsed by every single instructor. I flipped to the last page. The family information section, my hand stopped, that name. The woman who made my mother kneel. I stared at it for a long time. I closed the file and called my assistant. Replace her.

My assistant rex thought he misheard. What did you say? Replace me a grail life. He straightened up fast, both hands pressing on my desk. I said replace her. I pulled me a graze mouth's file and dropped it into the shredder. No. you can't do this. Rex's face turned red. Mia is the best candidate this year. Top marks. First in combat, even the royal warriors recruiting team have asked about. her besides her who else deserves the scholarship. I slid a new file across the desk. Noah ashwood, rex froze. the poor kid from the edge lands. His family can't even afford a training amulet. Rex pushed the file back. What can noah do besides study? He can be a morally decent person in the assessment criteria, the characters and morals weigh a third. her morality scores have never been. flagged him off whether or not. I have my judgment, take noah's file and process it. Chancellor think twice and consider who me as grandmother. is before i could answer my office door slammed open. No knock chancellor marsh. I hear you're giving my scholarship to that. Nobody noah. She was beautiful chin high that born with its sense of superiority. I sat back in my chair and looked at her. So familiar that. arrogance that cruelty towards anyone beneath her just like her grandmother. Margaret.

I don't care who she is for this scholarship to Royal Warriors. The Chancellor has veto power. I'm exercising my authority. Is that against the rules? Rex and you... This is my office! Get out! Knock before you're called in. Mia sneered, arms crossed. Chancellor Marsh did Noah's family bribe you? I don't believe a poor family like his can offer much. I'll double it. I leaned back. Your paper looks excellent. Top marks in everything. That's a fact. Mia boosted in confidence. Is it then why won't you take the exam yourself? I held her gaze. No smile, no anger, just the truth. What are you afraid of that in the royal warriors open trial? The poor kid from nowhere might meet you. Mia's face went pale, then red. You're lying. I can't lose to garbage like him. Then take the open trial. I pointed at the door. Your file is already shred. Now, get out. Mia's lips pressed together, eyes burning red, shaking. Clara marsh, you dare do this? My grandmother will teach you regret. She spun around and ran out. The door slammed. Teach me regret. I don't regret it. 18 years. I've waited 18 years for this day to come.

The next morning, a black luxury car pulled into the academy grounds. She looked older than 18 years ago, but the arrogance was the same, that pampered, born with its superiority. Though retired, she still held the title of honorary chairwoman of the education committee. Vice chancellor thorne greeted her personally. his back bent low. My office door opened, Margaret walked in. Her eyes scanned the room. Thorn shot me a look then closed the door behind him. Chancellor Marsh. Young and accomplished, she sat on the sofa, crossed her legs like she'd never left. She didn't recognize me that skinny girl in faded clothes sitting in the corner next to the trash can, the girl she'd thrown away. But the girl was no longer what she used to be. Chairwoman Gray's mailTo what. do I owe the honor? I didn't move from my desk, didn't offer her a drink. Her brow tridged. She wasn't used to this. Let me be direct. She pulled out a recommendation form, placed it on the coffee table about Mia's scholarship. I believe you may have made a misjudgment. She leaned back. Mia is gifted. I trained her myself. Her abilities are more than enough. I haven't misjudged anything. I looked at her. Mia Graymorn's grades are excellent. That's true. But her moral character on my desk, she fails. Margaret's smile didn't drop, but her eyes went cold.

Margaret smile disappeared. Character assessment, you're blocking a genius with this. Don't you think that's ridiculous ridiculous? I opened my drawer, pulled out a stack of papers. Copies of disciplinary records year. One mia grazed her desk mate because the girl was prettier. Got the whole class to turn on her. The girl was caught in severe depression and transferred out. Year two, she sabotaged noah's potion bottle in the lab. Why? Because he scored one point higher than her on the last test. These were buried no damaris or any punishment because she's your granddaughter. I slid the stack across the desk. A student like this wants the direct way to the royal warriors possible. Margaret glanced at the papers clara. She sighed that lecturing tone. You're still young. Let me teach you something. She leaned back geniuses have tempers. That's normal. The future of our kind. They deserve privileges. She adjusted her gold. rimmed glasses. The ones who get hurt, they should blame themselves for being weak for not being strong enough. Then she smiled. a wolf doesn't bite without reason. Chancellor marsh. Why doesn't anyone else get bullied? My blood froze working by blend here. 18 years word for word. I stared at her face false and selfrighteous exactly the same as 18 years ago. I stood up. My voice came out cold as ice mrs. Gray's hand. With me here, there are no victim blaming your law of the jungle. Leave it outside my door. Margaret's face went dark. All pretend gone clara marsh. She said my name like a curse. I came here today to give you a chance. A Way Out With Your Dignity Intact . She walked to the door, stopped. Since you refuse to take it. We'll see who's still standing at the end.