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Fighting to take what belong to me

Fighting to take what belong to me

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Chapter 1 Classmate cruelty

Word Count: 1047    |    Released on: 12/01/2025

Serena, seeing the face in front of me makes my he

ue to the chatter. We have a new student

ange faces in front of me. my voice trembling as I begin my introductio

touch, I could feel the weight of their stare. While some of the pupil

through the class as I was done speaking. I heard bits and

eally...plain," s

concurred, saying, "She's not exactly

nce. It seemed like I was already being evaluated and

rom her chair. "Hi, I'm Faith, the class prefect," she added, her tone brimmin

n an attempt to seem more assured than I actually was, I forced a smile.

own. Would I be an outsider who is constantly observing, or would I be ab

n," Miss Se

ateful, Miss

lass is large enough, so feel free t

he vacant front seat, my

ease on that chair? She

My name is Fridel,she said.W

l trying to play me?" as to why she asked to be

is on me after waiting for a while

to be my frien

accepting someone's offer of friendship. What the fuck? They

, the words ambiguous together as I trie

sphere that calmed my anxious nerves. I assumed the earlier encounter

my relief

ce cut through the air,

heart. Her glance seemed to be a chilly, deliber

s with you?" Frida's voice dripped with ve

atched in slow motion as Fridel slammed a book onto her h

pond, safeguard myself agai

ck, perhaps a spark of self-def

y own

rida's ignorance and ri

in my bag and crept out of the classroo

nting uneasiness, and I couldn't get rid of the sensation that Fridel's words had

ality define who I was. With my head held high, I would rise above

d straight to my seat. I drink some

and bag, but I can't see

a loud cry and bit my tongue, but staying composed for a mome

se was plugged into silence, everyo

he one responsible! I commande

through the air like a dagger. "Where exactly do you think yo

pitiful little fantasy world o

and picked on my head dir

del spat in a bitter tone. "You're interfering with our conversati

Guess that's what happens w

thing little brat

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