The classroom was hot as there was no AC. The sunlight streams in from the dusty windows. My face was wet with tears, upset that I wasn’t in the right class, the A class, the class where you’re suppose to be to be a good kid. I shouted in disbelief, “Why?” Wasn’t I a good girl? The teacher peered down her nose and started mocking me. The entire class joined in, tearing me apart, limb by limb. They ravaged me to pieces like savage beasts that prey on the vulnerable. Their laughter filled the room and it was directed at me. I was the weird one in the spotlight. The circus attraction that day. I felt like I was falling, I wanted it to end I wanted to die to disappear. My eyes were on the verge of falling out of their sockets. My heart pounded in fear. I had no friends that day.

Though someone spit in my water bottle, but I was heavily discredited and made fun off. All the students and teachers were extremely hostile to me.

I was talking to a girl once, wanting to be her friend but the usual bullies told her about me crying in class