always alone. The truth is I don't have any friends here. I tried, though, but it's hard for me to socialize. My interests i

g books and watching shows. They even say who

Friday today, and y

Physical Education. I grunt at the thought, more like physical abuse, torture, and pain. Every time we play sports, some way or another, my classmates find their way to make a monk

." Mr. Brown, our subject teacher and coach of the varsity team an

ke over the world by using it. I rolled my eyes subtly, then went outside and my classmates changed pants. I do not get it. I'm already a graduating student. We shouldn't focus on mino

I will fall in love with. I suddenly stop in my tracks with m

en all alone fo

e Gym. I can feel my heart beating so fast like a drum because I don't know what sport we will play today. It sucks to be an irregular student.

ehow pictured them as hungry beasts fighting over their sustenance. The winner gets the prize. I will never understa

ten

front of coach Brown. When he's done whistling, he puts his hands over his hips

play a sport that you

" I said

r body must be strong. Most of all, you

r hand, and Mr. Bro

e's nothing in

ickered, ignited, and turned into dust. I wanted to laugh, but I restrained myself. Some of my

. The kid happily left the Gymnasium. Oh, that

up, or I will mark

again. He put his hand behind his back then walked closer to u

ou're going to play

eat him like a pulp." I heard a guy beside me m

ur P.E uniform! Once you don't come back and you're

mselves to go to their lockers. I was moved and stepped on from the ground. I coughed in pain,

combination. I can hear the panic in my classmate's voice. I can't blame them. T

then proceeded to the bathroom. I yelped in sur

! I was he

nd started to remove my clothes and hung them beside my uniform. I reached up on my P.E uniform, but I cou

elled, but all I heard were laug

athroom even though we got here firs

flowing of my blood rushing d

d were their goodbyes to me. I tried calling for help, but it was no use. I can't go outsi

ged myself in shame as I

a sob again. I am once again a target of bullying. I thought they'd leave me alone for good this time, and it turns out I was really wrong. I feel the cold breeze of air bru

s on my cheeks. It's futile to remain here all night, but what choice do I have? A few freaks might see me meandering within th

shock to see what's happening before me. Blood flowed quickly on the surface of my face. I can feel my cheeks getting red because

erplexity and beguilement simultaneously, asphyxiated since somebody hindered their moment. Adrenaline surged through my veins, and the first thought I may think of was to cover up, but I felt

ly kid who doesn't have any friends t

covered my face with my hair to hide it. I know she got to see at my features for seconds, but she qu

and swiped on her screen. I can feel my hands shaking, and my heart

ed me on my face, and I couldn't recoup from the injury that had hit me. My tears were already forming

p th

at them. Nathan was holding her hand, grip

didn't flinch on his spot. He instead took her phone and tossed it on the wall. My jaw hit the gr

at I even gulped the knot of my throat. He looks terrifying to look at that even

was covering her face with her palms as tears started to roll off on her cheeks. I kind of feel bad

e deser

ey

ack to reality, I abruptly recalled that I was not wearing anything and saw