On the side of the road, Beatrice was standing using her backpack as well as the school uniform she was currently wearing. Her eyes saw the vehicles passing by on the road that looked very crowded.
Beatrice then looked at the traffic light beside her, waiting for it to turn red. In her heart, she counted how many seconds the traffic light would change color.
Twenty-seven...
Twenty-eight...
Twenty-nine...
Thirty...
TING!
The traffic light that had been red immediately turned green at the count of thirty.
Beatrice smiled a little, she walked with the other pedestrians who were walking through the zebra cross with Beatrice looking around.
Beatrice's eyes caught every expression on the other pedestrian's faces. Some are smiling, serious, and don't show any expression.
All of these things seemed very interesting to Beatrice, sometimes she was amazed that there are so many people on this earth who have different moods and thoughts every day, as well as different destinations.
Like the current Beatrice, where her destination was a building in front of her. That is a place where you can study and know many things that you never knew before.
School.
Yes! that was Beatrice's current destination. Now that she was standing in front of the gate of her school, she had been standing in front of it for a long time.
"You can do this Beatrice!" said Beatrice. Then tightening her grip on the straps of her backpack, she walked through the gate. Joined the other students who also entered the gate.
...
Beatrice walked in the corridor with her head down, she didn't dare to raise her head and look at the other students who were also walking in the corridor.
Beatrice fixed the glasses she was wearing. It's always like this every day, she would walk through the corridor with a feeling of dread that always enveloped her heart.
Very funny isn't it? She entered this school like the others not for free, but she was always treated differently from the others.
It was as if she had entered a tiger enclosure instead of a school.
Beatrice turned, she entered the classroom not far from the basketball court. That's right, the room became her class as long as she was in second grade.
She walked past the other tables until she stopped at a table at the very back and corner of the classroom.
Yeah, that's her seat.
The seat was like a small prison to her, which seemed to indicate that she was not from this class and her presence was never considered at all.
Beatrice looked around her class. She looked at her friends who were laughing, they looked so happy talking to each other. Everyone looks so familiar with sharing the stories they have.
Meanwhile Beatrice? She never shares her story with anyone, no one even wants to approach her. She wasn't even sure the students in her class she could call friends.
Beatrice opened her bag and took out her book and pen which she had also brought from her flat.
"Oh! Our nerd Beatrice has arrived!"
Beatrice froze in her seat as soon as she heard that voice. The same voice that always laughed at her also insulted her. There was the sound of footsteps walking toward Beatrice's desk until the two feet came to a stop beside Beatrice's desk.
"Hey, don't you miss me?" said the voice.
Beatrice was just silent and Beatrice's silence made the owner of the voice feel annoyed.
BRAK
"Are you deaf?!" furiously the owner of the voice kicked Beatrice's desk.
Beatrice who was being treated like that suddenly felt scared, she was shaking slightly at her desk. Beatrice slowly raised her bowed head because she didn't want to make the owner of the voice even angrier with her.
"I-I'm sorry Valery," Beatrice said in a trembling voice.
Hearing Beatrice's words made the lips of the owner of the voice smile.
Valery Riley.
It was the name of the woman with long black hair who was standing beside Beatrice's desk.
Having a beautiful face, sexy body, and being popular makes Valery adored by both men and women at this school, which automatically makes Valery have so many friends.
Who doesn't know Valery? Almost the whole school knows Valery which makes her even more popular because her father is the owner of one of the companies.
Very much different when compared to Beatrice like heaven and earth, also like water and fire that can never be fused.
It's like that if you compare Beatrice and Valery.
Valery pulled the chair in front of Beatrice and sat down on it. She then propped her chin and looked at Beatrice who was in front of her.
Feeling stared at by Valery, Beatrice became so nervous that her legs even trembled under the table.
"You're still ugly," said Valery.
Laughter immediately rang out from within the class and came from Beatrice's classmate.
Beatrice lowered her head again. She desperately held back the sadness that came to her as she had once again become a laughing stock.
This is how it is every day, being a laughing stock for other students makes her seem like a school clown who can be entertainment for all of them at any time.
Valery tilted her head slightly. "Why did you lower your head again? Did you just realize how ugly you are now?" said Valery who then smiled.
Ugly.
Ugly.
Ugly.
Those were the words Beatrice heard every day that seemed to have become her daily bread.
Valery stood up from the chair, she walked back to Beatrice's desk suddenly and she pulled Beatrice's chin quite roughly.
Which made Beatrice immediately raise her head because it was Valery who pulled her chin. Valery's eyes met with Beatrice's.
Beatrice tried to avoid Valery's gaze. Beatrice's heart was currently beating very fast and she felt even more frightened. A bad thought suddenly came to haunt her mind about what Valery would do to her at this point.
Valery gripped Beatrice's cheeks quite tightly, she then turned Beatrice's face left and right.
"V-Valery please let me--"
"I was wrong, you are not ugly but you are ugly as hell," said Valery interrupting Beatrice's words.
Broken... Beatrice's heart was completely broken right now. The insult she got from Valery this time managed to break and hurt her heart.
Valery removed her hands from Beatrice's cheeks and immediately snatched the glasses Beatrice was wearing.
Valery then threw the glasses on the floor. "And I hate that," said Valery.
CRACK
Valery stepped on Beatrice's glasses until they shattered into pieces. Then a wide smile appeared on Valery's face.
"Oops... sorry, I didn't mean to do that," said Valery. "You can still buy a new one, can't you?"
After saying that to Beatrice, Valery casually walked out of the classroom with her friends who were looking at Beatrice and then laughing at Beatrice.
Beatrice looked down at her glasses which had shattered into pieces on the floor. She crouched down to pick up her glasses as tears rolled down her cheeks.
Now you know what she meant from hell?
Yes, this is what she meant, and welcome to the hell that Beatrice calls school.