Chapter 5 5

It's truly absurd that the girl who went unnoticed by everyone before is now the center of attention as she walks down the hallway towards the classroom. I don't even know how I managed to walk in front of them.

First and foremost, I dislike being looked at, especially when walking. I don't know if my walk is still normal because of the nervousness I feel. I can barely think about the next step I should take. I fear attention. I admit, I'm a weird human being. That's why I feel like they'll bully me, just like what happened at my previous school. Bullying is one of the reasons why I keep changing schools. This school year, I've transferred three times. And Tan Sui International Academy is the latest.

Nervously, I glanced at the girl who stopped in front of me. Like most girls in this school, she even surpassed the clown in the thickness of her makeup.

"Aren't you moving? I'm passing through," she said.

I nervously stepped aside.

"Next time, when you see me coming, learn to move!" she shouted.

"Uh, yes, I-I'm sorry," I nervously replied. I looked at her face closely to remember it. Next time, I'll make sure our paths don't cross.

"You have the audacity to look at me. Don't you know that looking at me is a sin, huh?!"

"W-what? I'm sorry. I didn't kn-"

I was cut off when a strong slap landed on my cheek. I immediately held my face and was surprised to see bubblegum from her mouth hit me. It's happening again. Same scenario every year.

I just bowed my head. "I'm really sorry."

She didn't say anything and left. Her friends followed suit. I kept walking with my head down, and I was shocked when crumpled pieces of paper kept hitting my face.

I continued walking to our classroom. It's not that far, but it feels distant. It's challenging to take each step. I can't handle the attention they're giving me.

With every step I took into our classroom, a flying eraser from the blackboard hit my face. I coughed as chalk dust covered my face.

"Oopppsss," was the surprised reaction of the person who threw the eraser, and then they burst into laughter. I ignored it and headed to my seat. They said someone usually sits there, but I've been here for a week, and I haven't seen anyone using that seat.

During lunch break, I decided not to go outside and endure the hunger. I'm sure they'll bully me again outside. I don't know why I suddenly became the center of attention now. I probably won't escape the bullying.

An hour passed during lunch break, and our teacher arrived for the next subject. "Okay, you got ten minutes to change into your P.E. uniforms. I'll see you at the soccer field," our teacher announced and left.

My classmates cheered at the news, while I checked our schedule. Ugh! It's P.E. class now. I didn't know. I should have had lunch. I'm hungry and weak. I can't participate in my P.E. class! Is there nothing else bad that will happen to me?

I was the last to leave the classroom and went to the locker room to avoid their eyes. When I entered, there was no one, so I quickly went to the changing area to switch my uniform.

"I heard she doesn't have immunity anymore? Snowman removed it?"

I froze upon hearing that there was someone outside.

"Yeah, it's proven that she was just used to stop that obsessive Cherry."

"But what's this news that Snowman defended her last time?"

"I don't know. All I heard was Snowman saying we can already touch her. He doesn't care about her anymore. That's why she's getting badly treated today."

"Serves her right."

I was surprised when the curtain where I was hiding suddenly opened.

"What the hell?! There's someone here! And eavesdropping!"

She suddenly pulled my hair out. "Ugh! Wait! That hurts!" I shouted.

She pushed me, making me sit on the floor. "You have the nerve to eavesdrop on our conversation!" she yelled and slapped me. Not content with that, her companion joined in and slapped me too. I didn't resist and didn't make any noise. I'm used to it. Even if I say stop, they won't.

They stopped abruptly when the locker room door violently opened.

"Why are you taking so long? The game hasn't started because we're not complete yet! Go to the field now!" a woman shouted.

They both looked at me. "We're not done yet. You'll pay for this later," they threatened and then left.

Feeling weak, I stood up and followed them outside. When I reached the soccer field, everyone was looking at me, probably because of my appearance. My hair was messy due to the pulling earlier. I didn't bother fixing it since I'm sure I'll be pulled again later.

"Okay, so the blue team is in this line, and the red team is on the other side. Boys will go first in the match. As for the girls, give me five laps. Thank you," our teacher announced.

"What?! But, Sir?!" protested my female classmates.

"Make it six," he ordered sternly.

I started running around the field. My vision blurred as I ran. My knees and hands trembled due to the extreme heat and hunger. I really regret not eating earlier.

I was surprised when someone suddenly pushed me, causing me to stumble and fall flat on the field. As I fell, I heard the loud laughter of everyone. I bit my lip and forced myself to stand. I glanced at both knees, and they were bleeding from the wounds.

I struggled to run to complete the six laps around the field. After five laps, I could feel the pain from my wounds as they mixed with my sweat. I felt my body hit the ground again, but someone helped me stand up.

"That's tough; you don't need them to make it hard for you because you're doing it to yourself," he said.

I quickly removed his hand and walked away. I sat on one of the benches, inspecting my wounds.

"You're quite resilient, huh? I haven't seen you cry yet."

I looked up and saw that the guy who helped me stand was following me. I glared at him and redirected my gaze to my wounds.

"I'm Storm," he introduced himself, sitting next to me.

"And I don't care," I replied.

He laughed at my response. "Different. No wonder why Snowman is furious right now. He finally found someone who can stand up to him."

I looked at him in confusion.

"Uh, sorry, I talk too much," he said, seeming embarrassed.

Good thing he knows he's talkative. Tss!

"By the way, you don't have immunity now. But I'll be the one to give it to you. Don't worry; they won't touch you anymore," he assured me before standing up. I stared at him. What does he mean by that?

"Bye, sweet girl. It's nice to meet you," he said goodbye and left.

I just shook my head and returned my attention to my wounds. How am I going to hide this from Mom?