"No need to call, she's definitely scared and won't dare to come," Linda Hancock further taunted, feeling smug. Though slightly disappointed not to see Sparkle Gold embarrass herself, it's better for her chances to win the championship.
Cheryl tightened her grip on the phone, glaring at Linda, and loudly defended her friend, "No way, Sparkle will definitely come. She'll come no matter the outcome!"
Linda rolled her eyes contemptuously and laughed aloud, "Only a fool like you would believe she'll come."
Others chimed in one after another.
"Yeah, you're just stupid, they don't care about you at all!"
"One fool, one lunatic, she and Sparkle Gold really are a perfect match."
...
Cheryl bit her lip in silence, continuously dialing Sparkle's number.
Sparkle, pick up the phone quickly, or the competition will be over!
"Linda, it's your turn to perform."
