Finally after I regain my strength, I wake up even though all eyes are now looking at me with pity, I don't care. I walked towards my classroom among the female students' gazes filled with scorn as I glanced at them one by one, why do they hate me? What did I do wrong?
I turn right and stop in a hallway where there are a lot of lockers lined up in a long line almost the entire school corridor. With a uniform color of gray. I stopped just as I saw my locker number 113. Odd locker number I thought, why should I get this one, when in fact there are many lockers that are in better condition than this.
The paint color of my locker has peeled off and I need extra effort to lock it by pushing it and breaking it first. And that made me the subject of all students' attention. And annoyingly, my locker was in the middle row between the five lockers.
