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Charlize nodded. "We shall go."
She played with a strand of her red hair, navigating the hallways with ease. Everyone was staring. Charlize mentally started muttering curses. The OZ stars, hopefully, couldn't see her face, currently she had a big death glare.
Then, the inevitable started.
"Hothead."
"Firehead."
People started calling her by the nicknames she abhorred.
Charlize listened to the names, her anger growing. She turned to the OZ stars, an evil smile on her face. "I apologize for the inconvenience." She gave one of them her violin case as she took her backpack off and set it on the ground.
She found the two boys who had started the names and smiled. "Trust it to be you." She grabbed them by the hair and slammed their heads together. They fell down. Charlize didn't bother picking them up.
She put her hands on her hips and stared at everyone else. "Anyone else?"
There were people shaking their heads.
Charlize smiled happily. "Good. It wasn't my choice!"
She suddenly made her voice cold. "And nobody is going to help those two."
She walked back to the stars and grabbed her backpack. "My violin, please?"