Reborn, She's Back for Revenge novel Chapter 90

A group of girls stood by the table. At the front was a fair–skinned, gorgeous fourteen–year–old, dressed in a white dress with a pink cardigan–cute and energetic.

Edith recognized the girl as Melanie, the one who had tried to force Zachary to be her boyfriend before.

Melanie always dressed prim and proper, but her actions told a totally different story.

At that moment, she was doubled over with laughter, tossing any pretense of being ladylike aside. She said, “Zachary, you got so ugly after breaking out. I’m totally taking a pic of your busted face and putting it on the school forum.”

As she spoke, she fished her phone out of her bag.

Zachary looked like he was about to explode. He shoved his chair back, shot to his feet, and snatched the phone right out of her hand. He snapped, “Melanie, what the hell is wrong with you?”

Melanie shot back, “What’s wrong with you, more like. Face full of pimples? Either your hormones are screwed up, or you just never wash your face and catch something gross.

“I seriously suggest you go see a doctor–just stop coming out here and offending our eyes.”

Zachary was practically fuming–he looked one step away from passing out from sheer rage.

Edith smirked and thought, ‘Zachary seriously needs someone to knock the arrogance out of him. Melanie always

manages to surprise me.“‘

She wasn’t planning on stepping into any kid drama–Edith just glanced over at Shaun, making sure nothing was bothering him.

There Shaun was, doodling on a white napkin with a stubby pencil, his hand flying. In no time, the picture came together- the likeness was spot–on, and Edith knew exactly who, he was drawing.

Melanie shook her head and said, “I can’t believe I used to like you. I really should get my eyes checked at the hospital.”

The girls behind her burst out laughing.

Zachary’s face darkened. He thought, ‘I must’ve been cursed for eight straight lifetimes to wind up liked by someone like Melanie.

“When she was into me, she tailed me everywhere, an itch I couldn’t scratch; now that she’s over me, she’s bent on humiliating me at every turn. If she weren’t a girl, I’d have punched her lights out already.”

Watching Zachary just stand there and take the ridicule, Joseph thought, ‘Useless. At home, he bullies me every day, and out here, he can’t even handle one girl? Don’t tell me I’m supposed to step up for him–me, the kid.”

Joseph glanced at Edith. She was just calmly minding her own business, so he figured he’d sit this one out, too.

Just then, a hand reached out, palm opened to reveal a napkin with a drawing on it.

Joseph gasped, “Shaun, did you draw this? It’s really good. This looks kind of familiar.”

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“Edith, didn’t see you there,” Melanie remarked, finally noticing the rest of the table. It wasn’t really her fault–whenever Zachary appeared, he filled her entire field of vision; everyone else ceased to exist.

Melanie then said, “Hey, this sketch is actually pretty nice. Just some simple lines, and there’s a whole group here! Wait, why do I get the feeling the one in the middle looks just like me?”

The other girls crowded around.

“Melanie, that’s totally you in the middle,” one of them said.

“And that’s me on the left. I look so tall,” another girl exclaimed.

A girl said, “Melanie, why are you so short in this? You’re only half our height.”

The girls finally picked up on how both familiar and weird the drawing was.

The sketch showed the whole group of girls. Everyone else stood at normal height, but Melanie–dead center–was shrunken, with stubby legs and a doll–sized body, like she’d stepped out of a fairytale for tiny folk.

Zachary laughed and said, “Even my little brother can see you’re a total shorty. Heels or no heels, nothing helps. You can treat pimples, but being short? That’s just your fate–guess you’re stuck as a mini–Melanie for life.”

He was about to keep roasting Melanie when he caught Edith’s chilly look and clamped his mouth shut.

Melanie was practically fuming, her chest rising and falling as she struggled to catch her breath. Being called short was her ultimate pet peeve–say that to her face, and congratulations, one just made her enemy list.

She planted her hands on her hips and yelled, “I’m only fourteen. I haven’t even finished growing. Just watch, I’m gonna get taller.”

Afraid Zachary would throw even more insults her way, Melanie huffed and stomped off in her not–so–steady heels, frustration written all over her face.

Zachary flipped her off as she walked away, looking super smug. He pulled out his chair and sat down, giving Shaun a thumbs–up. He said, “Shaun, you’re awesome. You’re my best little brother.”

Shaun showed no emotion. He just picked up the napkin, crumpled it up, and tossed it in the trash,

Zachary quickly called out, “Hey, that sketch was great–don’t toss it. I wanted to bring it to school and stick it on the classroom ceiling so Melanie could see it, but never reach it. That would drive her crazy.”

Edith asked, “Zachary, do you really feel proud of tearing down a girl’s appearance?”

Zachary shot back, “She’s the one who came at me about my breakouts first. It’s not like I’d call her short for no reason,”

Edith said, “You already got your payback. She’s gone now, so just let it go. You’re a guy–don’t stoop to bickering with a girl like this?

Zachary protested, “But Shaun’s the one who drew it shouldn’t you call him out, too?” He grumbled inwardly, ‘Why am I always the one getting blamed?

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Edith said, “First of all, Shaun was just trying to stand up for you–he wanted to protect his big brother. After Melanie stormed off, he realized that making fun of how someone looks is pretty childish, so he wanted to get rid of the drawing.

“He can’t speak, so he didn’t answer back, but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t care about you, Zachary,”

Joseph piped up right away, “Zachary, even Shaun’s more mature than you are.”

Zachary was left speechless. He thought, ‘What a brown–noser. Joseph’s such a little suck–up–I could really punch him.’

The waiter soon brought out their food.

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After dinner, Edith made a spur–of–the–moment decision to take Shaun to the bookstore and pick out some art books and drawing supplies.

She could tell Shaun really loved drawing–he always kept a pencil stub with him and could sketch out a picture on a napkin anytime, anywhere. He had real talent.

Edith hoped that maybe art could be the bridge to help Shaun step out of his shell and connect with the world.

Not far from the restaurant stood the biggest bookstore around. The four of them just blended in with the crowd and

walked in.

It was a weekend, so the place was packed with students–mostly middle and high schoolers–gathered in little groups

and checking out study guides.

Cedric was already there, browsing with a couple of classmates. After collecting the books his teacher had assigned, he was heading for the checkout when he glanced up and saw Edith and the others walking in.

Edith, leading the way, seemed to glow. The instant she walked in, every head turned–she had that kind of presence.

She was dressed in the simplest clothes, her hair pulled back in a ponytail, and her face was makeup–free. Yet, she lit up the whole place, like a ray of sunshine in the cozy, book–filled store.

Cedric glanced away from Edith–and did a double–táke when he saw Shaun at her side.

Cedric visited Shaun at the special school every other week, but each time, Shaun refused to let him in. Once, he’d even tried coaxing Shaun out for a walk, only to be met with a flat no.

He knew Shaun was retreating further into his shell lately, and the thought made him anxious.

Seeing the usually shut–off Shaun actually holding Edith’s hand, Cedric was so stunned that he froze on the spot.

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