Despite leading my group to a successful survival, all of our members' grades, except Rēza's were below B minus. Everyone clearly understood that Rēza was the one who pulled a few strings behind them.
I was isolated by all of those near me. Even my closest of the friends wouldn't talk to me as they would tremble in the fear of Rēza's influence.
The one who hated me at first found a good chance to impress Rēza. They would bully me by any means possible. Since they were a blessed one and the law had prohibited the blessed ones to use their blessing on an unblessed one, they used to torture me by normal methods.
Sometimes my bag would get filled up by trash, sometimes my pages would get torn, sometimes my food would get spilled... It was all planned and it was cleared but even if I, a person who's never afraid of anything, wasn't able to do anything against a huge crowd.
