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It was another new session at school. However, I’ve always hated going to school since I was young. Well, it wasn’t that I was being bullied at school. It was just because I hated being unable to show my true self. Especially the fact that I always pretend to be a shy girl, which I’m not. Not that I choose to be so myself. My mom constantly reminds me that being a quiet person will prevent trouble from heading towards you. However, it never worked for me. It got much worse. A ball suddenly hit my head.
“Aww.” A painful cry came out of my lips as I rubbed the place I was hit. I lifted my head and looked in the direction where the ball had hailed from. In the distance afar, were a group of boys playing on the football field.
Seeing that the ball had hit a student, one of the boys headed over. However, instead of apologizing to me, he scolded me harshly. “Hey, you should watch where you’re heading to. Don’t you have an eye or what?” He leaned down and picked up the ball that had just hit me.
“What a farce. It’s you who should watch where you are aiming at.” I mumbled under my breath.
“What did you say?” Knowing I had uttered something, the boy gazed at me fiercely.
“Nothing.” I hurriedly shook my head and said, “I’ll watch out where I’m heading next time.” After saying that, I immediately took to my heel.
I’ve always been a brave and charming girl. However, that’s just my inner fantasy. Sometimes, reality hits you in the face.
“Belia.” Ivy came out from nowhere and clasped my hand with hers. “You came to school today. I thought you wouldn’t.”
Out of everyone closest to me, only Ivy, my best friend understands me best.
“And here I am. Let go of my hand. Why is your palm so sweaty?” I said with repulsion as I withdrew my hand from her grip and took a handkerchief from my pocket to wipe off the grime on my palm.
Ivy didn’t mind my words and looked at me worriedly. “Huh-huh, what’s wrong with our dear Belia? Are you in a bad mood? What’s that red spot on your forehead? Did you hit your head on something?” She reached out to touch my forehead, but I swiped it away.
“It’s nothing. I’m fine.” We both arrived at the corridor of our classroom and entered the class.
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