Are you calling me ?

It was late afternoon, sunset fell at the foot of the mountain. High in the sky, the sun grinned and cycled down the mountain. A hot orange color covers high-rise buildings

, crowded streets.

In a small alley in a hidden corner of the city, a group of girls around 15 or 16 years old were smoking e-cigarettes, creating a damp, uncomfortable space. The eldest girl in the group, her hair dyed red, mercilessly trampled the cowering girl, trying to struggle under the wet, fertile soil:

- This is disgusting! I told you to try smoking a cigarette, don't you want to smoke?

Then she bent down, grabbed the other girl's face with one hand and lifted it up. There was a tear in the corner of the girl's lip, her cheeks were swollen and purple, and one side of her shirt was also torn. She smirked, held a cigarette in her other hand, and slapped it hard on her face:

- Try it next time! If you don't listen once, you will be eliminated once.

After hitting her a few more times, she seemed bored, stood up, wiped her hands, turned around and grinned at the two flashy makeup girls behind her, and said bitterly:

- You guys ! Go!

All the girls looked at the girl with contemptuous eyes, their arms and legs lying weakly on the ground, not caring at all, coldly walking away, even baring their teeth in warning: "If you tell your parents, you will will die ." ". When that figure disappeared from sight, the girl dared to move and tried to sit up. Her hair was messy, her clothes were dirty. At this point, she dared to cross her arms and let out a painful sob. heart.

In the distance is a square student card, printed with a picture of a beautiful girl smiling gently, the corners of her eyes still slightly raised mischievously. Next to the title:

Do Ninh Vy

At the age of 15, the brightest age, the age that marks the most beautiful memories of life, Vy, an optimistic girl, full of youthful vitality, was tainted by so-called school violence.

The girl had never experienced something like this before so she gradually cowered into a corner.

Vy painfully used tears to soothe her own resentment. The words of resentful wishes pounded loudly in her chest. The girl could not understand what she had done

What did I do wrong to be bullied by those girls?

Because of high scores?

Because of the face?

Or just because they want to bully others?

Thanks to her great "merit" her classmates all avoided her like avoiding evil. Grade 9 has finished but until now Vy still doesn't have a friend to understand and share with. Although her achievements are still good, she has to endure torment every day

.

The story was so funny that she didn't dare tell anyone.

Vy put her hands on the ground, raised her head and looked at everything vaguely. There were many bruises on the soft lines of his face, and some were even bleeding. With this face, Vy really can't remember how much pain she has endured.

Her father left early and came home late, her mother disappeared abroad, no one cared about her.

Sometimes Ninh Vy feels disgusted with this world. Although she really wanted to denounce, Vy could not muster any confidence. Everything is just buried deep in my chest, that's all

Stop .

Thinking of this, dark memories suddenly flooded her mind. She remembers one time when she mustered up the courage to talk about this with Ms. Van - the teacher she loved, but was responded with a smile: "Friends just tease each other, don't be too cautious and conservative." like that '' She remembered one time when she wanted to tell her father, but as soon as she opened her mouth, her father walked into the room, slammed the door, and cursed and shouted. Remembering the scared eyes of her friends and their avoidance, made her helpless, hiding under a layer of dryness...

You've said that many times, right?

You were very obedient, weren't you?

So everything in the book is a lie,

I don't dare trust anyone anymore...

Everyone would do the same, abandon her and leave her alone

she has to endure…

“Pop” – Vy quickly stepped out of the darkness and patted her head to wake her up. Vy, don't think too much! She tried to do something to dry her tears before going home.

Vy recalls the important exercise that Ms. Tram taught in civics class. The teacher also said that anyone who doesn't do it will call their parents. The girl didn't want to call her parents, it would make her dad angry. So she crawled to the spot

There are books scattered in your schoolbag, rearrange them and then take out pen and paper. Many times, the teacher criticized Vy's books for being so dirty that she had to change them every few days.

Vy took out the new mask and put it on. She now looked completely normal with her long hair reaching her eyes, revealing only her clear black eyes.

. She opened her notebook and read the question.

The topic is: Write about your dreams.

Dream?

That's how many youthful ambitions were put into it.

But right now Vy only has one small wish.

She struggled to hold the pen and scribbled in the red notebook, then put it aside and took out the blue notebook. This is her diary. Wiping away the remaining tears on her chin, she gritted her teeth and wrote:

“My dream is to be able to say what's in my heart

once again "

After writing, Vy felt an indescribable pain and disappointment in her heart so she quickly crossed it out. Thinking for a moment, she put pen to paper again, and a strong shock suddenly appeared in her mind. She seemed to have put all her heart into her words, her handwriting was very solid on the notebook:

''My dream is to have a friend''

Just as she finished writing the last word, a bright light emanated from the notebook, causing Vy to aim.

eyes again. The notebook made a rustling sound, Vy's hair also blew with the wind

Strange . Her mind was foggy but her subconscious mind was extremely clear

want to “have a friend”.

A voice

A warm voice rang above her head, making her heart skip a beat:

- Hello, I'm Nghia, are you calling me?