All Chapters of Vengeful Sisters: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Not long have Phidelia settled down that the teacher sauntered into the classroom and lessons began. Rowan who didn't really buy the story of Phidelia tripping on the stairs kept stealing sceptical glances at her without her notice. Not to talk of her groaning and wincing uncomfortable in her seats for the past 10mins since the lessons began and this was very irritating for him.He slightly looked under the desk, checking on her leaping foot and noticed that it was gradually swelling up. "Hey," he nudged her. "You should go to the infirmary and get your foot checked. You keep groaning uncomfortably." He whispered.Phidelia thought of the possibility of being questioned on how it happened and so on and so forth so she hesitated. "No Rowan, I'm okay." she assured and went on with jotting some notes down. Rowan found this attitude of hers so annoying and couldn't resist escalating."This is so–annoying Delia." He thumped the table with his hand as he dropped the pen, making Ph

CANBERRA ACT, AUSTRALIA.ELVIS HILL HIGH SCHOOL.10:00 am.Phidel sat in the library with her friends, Cora and Luna working on their Literature research work. She had her eyes fixed on the textbook but was totally spacing out. She felt something was unusually off but couldn't place a hand on it. She was so engulfed in her thoughts and didn't even hear Luna's call."Phidel..?, Phidel..?" She called once again, making a gentle tap on the table but Phidel was just lost. Cora glanced at Phidel then to Luna, exchanging quizzical looks. "What's wrong with her?" Cora whispered and Luna shrugged. "I don't know." She murmured sharply, glancing back at Phidel.Cora nudged Luna, tilting her head in Phidel's direction. "Why don't you find out?" she suggested. All along, Phidel was not aware of her environment. "Why am I feeling so down today? Could this be about Phidelia?" she grumbled mentally to herself, checking down on her watch. "It's 10am, that's means

NETHERLANDSPhidel returned home after school with her mood completely off. She pushed the door opened and strolled over to the living room slamming herself into the sofa. Her mother who was laying in the next sofa, watching a Soap Opera deftly turned to glance at her and noticing her sulky face, sprung up. "Are you okay? You don't look good." "It's about Phidelia mum–" She grumbled, "I suddenly felt weird at school so decided to call her. I tried her line severally but couldn't get to her and she didn't even call back too." Phidel let out a weary sigh.Jerome sat thoughtfully for some seconds and grinned, "Don't worry, She might probably be busy with school activities. Anyway, did you try your Auntie's line?""Yes I did and her line was also...." Just then, the door creaked opened and her father walked in. "Your Auntie said she missed your call, Phidel? He uttered as he glided in. "What was the matter?" He joined them in the living

Within the next few minutes, she was done. She sauntered over to her dresser, drying her hair with the towel. Just as she got there, she threw the towel on the hanger and took out the hand dryer; drying her hair with it. Things hasn't been going on so well for the past few days but she still had to keep fighting. She looked herself up in the mirror and sighed, turning the dryer off as she dropped it on the table and took her seat, staring at her reflection. "Let's not give up Delia," She muttered to her reflection. "We have to keep fighting. We can do this." She encouraged herself, took the comb, styled her curly brown hair into a ponytail; holding it up with a sea blue ribbon.She checked the time and it was past 7:30 am. She quickly got into her uniform and snatched her backpack from her study table and rushed out of her room. She got to the hall to meet the whole house literally empty. "Aunt Emma!" she shouted and a voice answered from the basement. Just then, she heard fo

The knob turned once again, with an effortless attempt for the door to creak open at any point in time. They waited with bated breathe, the rate of their heart beat increased to more than usual as anxiety took the best of them. All they could wish for at that point was some supernatural powers to disappear or make themselves invisible to the impending danger which was about to explode before their eyes. Suddenly, they heard a voice called out Claire's name from behind the door, making the knob suddenly stop. "Claire," the voice uttered once again as it drew a bit closer to the door. "Mrs. Park wants to see you in the staff room." The voice added."Really?" Claire's voice was skeptical. "Did she say why?" They heard her questioned whoever the informant was as their voices started to move away from the door, heading towards the staffs' common room. They instinctively sighed in relief, "That was a close one." Roxy commented. "We better get out of her now be