Chapter 49 Laurence Brown

The next day. Vanessa went to school as usual. She had just walked into the classroom when there was a sudden silence around. She frowned, walked to her seat, and sat down. Yolande, sitting on her seat, had red eyes, and a trace of resentment flashed in the depths of her eyes. She suddenly slumped on the table, her shoulders shrugging as if she were crying. Vanessa heard whispers as she opened her book at ease. 'She had forced a girl to jump and still got the nerve to show up here…" 'Yeah, Yolande, that poor girl…" 'Vanessa Simmons is a murderer!" Someone shouted, and suddenly, a pencil box was thrown at Vanessa. Immediately afterward, all kinds of pens and books came towards her. And the girl who sat beside Yolande tugged at her sleeve and whispered, 'Yolande, don't be sad. Look at Vanessa!" Yolande raised her head just in time to watch a water glass smash on Vanessa's desk. 'Is this because of me?" Yolande's face looked blank. Then, as if she remembered something, she hur