I grew up in an orphanage and I've been adopted countless times only to be returned with the same complaints. I'm not the ideal type of child they want, but then who cares? To hell with them all.

Growing up, I had little basic education till I was old enough to leave the scrawny old orphanage to live all alone. Fortunately, I got a nighttime Job as a stripper.

During the daytime,I'm the ordinary-looking school girl but at night I'm a toxic seducer and stripper.

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I wince in pain feeling a hand pull me by my hair

"Common Brenda I told you not the hair okay?"

"Whatsapp kita?" Brenda, my best friend calls the name I so much hate knowing well it only pisses me off.

"Told you not to call me that" I sneer at her.

"You're no fun anymore" she complains

"When have I ever been fun?" I retort bluntly.

She pouts walking away from me towards class.

Brenda had always been the rich bitch of the class, bossy and pretty. I started as her underdog running a few errands and all for her.

Being the lowest of the food chain in class I was mostly bullied and taken as everyone's maid but one thing led to another and I stood up for her when she had issues with her parents which brought us here now together as friends.

At school, everyone thinks she's a bright wealthy champ, a spoiled brat who wants nothing other than to get laid but I know better.

Brenda is considered the odd one of the family unlike her elder brothers she didn't get the brains of the family.

The first Derek is a handsome, cool, stunning blonde with a cute American accent even though he's a born and bred England child.

He speaks British but what can I say he's wealthy enough to take extra classes.

The other Darren is also blond but the difference is unlike Derek who's cute Darren is the hottie and a totally bad boy but he's brilliant, always topping the class.

"Wait up, Brenda," I call out to her.

Running after her to the class I sit right behind her, poking her with my finger slightly she doesn't budge I try tickling her which does the trick she giggles at first but laughs eventually.

"I can see you guys are happy, is anyone up for the test?"

I stop the tickling as the whole class pays attention to the teacher, I scrunch up my nose feeling pretty bored already when the class has not commenced yet,

he's the geology teacher but he rants more than he teaches.

"First I'd like to introduce you to two exchange new students, come on guys don't be shy, this is Tammy and this is Trevor" The teacher introduces two new students whom he ushers into the class.

I came to a quick conclusion. I dislike them both, the first thing that comes to my mind is the two weird names, Tammy and Trevor. What are they, twins? I ask myself

"They are exchange students but according to info they won't be staying for long I hope you guys treat them as a family, come up Tammy let's hear you introduce yourself" the teacher explains.

"Hi guys, I'm Tammy I'm an exchange student, and just like he said I won't be here for long I want us all to cooperate and be nice to each other"

I roll my eyes in my head just when I thought it couldn't get any worse. I'm not intimidated by her looks or anything but I can tell she's no good. She wants us to cooperate. This is a school, not an investigation center. Why does she keep speaking like she owns it all?

"I'm Trevor and I hope we get along"

I watch them both as they walk towards and past me taking their respective seats those two seem so odd,

They both look too pretty and classy to be in a school like mine and by exchange students not staying long but briefly, I'm sure something is up with them.

"He's cute right" I hear my friend buzz like a bee.

"Brenda!, They are right behind us"

"Who cares, I want him," she says.

"He's an exchange student he ain't gonna be here for long" I complain knowing how much of a bitch Brenda can be at times.

"Doesn't matter, I see it, I like it, I want it, I get it"

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I tilt my head to the side as I am standing before the mirror as I examine myself. I'm in blue lingerie and a silk blue bra to match wearing a black pair of heels and matching red gloss applied on my lip.

"You are up kita" Clara calls me up from the dressing room.

"Coming, Clara"

I hasten my steps walking out of the dressing room.

"You look stunning kita," Clara compliments.

"For three years straight you keep repeating this boring line of yours Clara"

"That's the best I can do to cheer you on, remember you are a human, being a stripper doesn't make you out to be an odd one" she encourages me.

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