"Here, uncle buys you drinks."

My fingers trembled as I looked at the drink that was handed to me, and I managed to catch it.

As she handed it back, the girl behind her reached for it.

I purposely let go of my hand before she could catch it, letting the drink fall right to the bottom of my foot.

She looked over angrily, and I quirked my mouth at her provocatively.

In the next moment, her slap came face to face with me.

"Little bitch, I'll tear you apart."

I'm not a vegetarian when it comes to taking a beating, so I just slammed the rest of the drink in my hand on her.

I was about to get it on when the man on the passenger side tugged on the back of my collar.

"Sit down, all of you, what's the commotion?"

The car stopped again and the driver blacked out, pointing at me, "You, switch places with the passenger."

As the passenger pulls away, I indignantly kick my drink two bottles away.

The drink rolled down the hill with a grunt down the highway.

"All right, all right."

The man on the passenger side collected all the drinks on the floor and frowned at me.

I got out of the car and then flew up to the passenger side.

The driver gave me a smirking look, "Why the fight?"

Before I could say anything, the girl in the back row snitched, "She dropped the water on the floor on purpose."

"Yes?"

The driver locked the doors, a few danger signals in his tone.

"Yes."

I graciously admitted, meeting the driver's eyes.

"That's because she scolded me."

"When did I scold you?"

The girl jumped up in defiance.

I leaned back into the back of the passenger seat without a care in the world.

"You called me a pandering man, and they all heard you."

The girl rested her fire, but still muttered a little defiantly.

"Isn't it? You were the only one talking the whole time we got in the car, Conspicuous Package."

"Sit down."

The driver rubbed his brow with a headache, "Can't you girls get along?"

"Sit down, all of you, and from now on, no one will argue."

I scanned the time on the display, eight-forty.

Just in time!

The car drove into the city and soon drove into Kingsbury Road.

The green light was blinking and the driver sped up the gas.

"Uncle, let's slow down!"

I grabbed the handrail above my head in fear, my eyes glued to the time on the display.

The driver was oblivious, holding the gas steady.

......

Here we go!

A sports car whistled shrilly as it came over the side.

I glanced at the school bus full of kids on the back side and lunged over to push and turn the steering wheel.

The driver, who had intended to accelerate out of the way, collided head-on with the sports car when I interfered.

The front of the car was jacked up and nearly overturned.

My brain buzzed and I gasped for air until the sounds around me became clearer.

I looked over to the driver's side, where the driver was slumped over the steering wheel, unmoving, blood dripping from the airbag.

And the cries grew behind them.

The silent man held his head, obviously still in shock.

I carefully moved to the door.

It's nice that the door still opens.

The next moment, I jumped out of the car, pulled open the door behind me, and kicked the man in the crotch.

The man covered his crotch and twisted and rolled on the floor of the wagon.

The remaining five girls were dumbfounded by my ruthlessness.

The girl who changed seats pointed at me, "What are you doing? You're hurting people on purpose, okay?"

I gave her a sneer, "A word of advice, these two are not good people, you have two choices now, either run, or stay and wait for the police, but it's hard to say if you'll be able to wait for the police."

Before the onlookers dared approach, I picked a less crowded path and ran forward without looking back.

Running into the alley, I quickly rummaged for my backup, and a spare card that I hadn't used in a long time.

Insert the card, turn it on.

My whole hand was shaking.

I was relieved to see that the spare card was still able to read the signal, and flew through a flurry of operations on my cell phone

When I was done, I turned my cell phone back off and put it away in my backpack.

This was no place to stay for long, so I put on my hood and headed out the door while thinking about where I could go to hide.

I didn't get very far when a locomotive suddenly stopped in front of me.

"Where to, pretty lady? Taking a car?"

The familiar voice sent a chill down my back.

My eyes widened unexpectedly and I kicked at the locomotive.

The locomotive took the man with it to the ground, and before he could react, I twisted my head around again and ran wildly.

The man got up from the ground, took a few steps after me, then turned back and rode his motorcycle over to chase me.

Seeing this, I turned my head and ran for the area with the steps.

The man got out of the car, cursing and chasing me as he made the call.

I burrowed into the crowd and eventually ducked into the mall.

Standing on the second floor of the mall, looking around the first floor looking for me, my heart sank.

It seems that escaping was much more difficult than I thought it would be!

At night, I crouch at the mouth of an alleyway disguised as a smoking punk and hear passersby talking.

"I heard the whole city was out looking for that schoolgirl. The car accident was done by that schoolgirl, I heard she grabbed the driver's steering wheel."

"Some kids nowadays seem to have a problem with their brains, wanting to die themselves and still harming others."

"Who says it isn't, and even her parents say they're locked up."

I frowned and tugged my hood down, turning toward the alley.

I had just turned around when I ran head-on into someone familiar - the girl who had been sitting next to me and had been keeping a low profile.

She seemed startled by me as well, her shoulders scrunched up in a ball.

The slightest hint of excited glee returned to his eyes when he saw it was me.

"That, Eleanor Whitmore, your name is Eleanor Whitmore, right?"

My brow furrowed, "How do you know my name?"

She sniffled, "We're in the same school... your name, it's always on the list of the top three students."

I didn't realize she went to the same school as me, and I sighed.

"Why are you here? Didn't that whoever it was get someone to call the police?"

The girl pushed up her square-framed glasses in embarrassment and spoke in a soft voice.

"I-I wasn't with them. I had a hunch you were right, so I hesitated for a moment and ran in your direction."

"It's just that I'm too clumsy on my feet to catch up with you, and I got lost in the alley."

I glanced at her in surprise, not realizing that this seemingly timid girl would run after her based on intuition alone.

Should this...... call her timid or praise her boldness?

"What's your name?"

"Olivia Parker."

I repeat her name and my face sinks a few notches.

"Olivia, do you want to follow me or go on your own?"

She didn't even think about it, like she was afraid I'd kick her out, and rushed back, "I'll follow you."

"I... I really don't know where to go on my own."

I nodded, "It's fine if you want to follow me, but you have to do as you're told and don't ask anything, can you do that?"

She was busy nodding, hard.

I was at a loss for words at her silly look and pulled a loaf of bread out of my bag and handed it to her.

She ate it unguarded and then looked up at me.