"Haaaaa."
I sighed as soon as I lay myself in my bed.
I didn't fight back.
I remembered how my brother's face turned, the last time I smacked someone's face.
It was pale and blamed himself for not being by my side all the time. It was aggravating.
To think I would gave him such problem?
That's why I agreed on transferring schools.
"This is soooo frustrating! Arggh!"
I buried my face to my pillow and let them know my pain.
My room filled my cries and my agony.
No one will hear...
...except the walls.
....
3 days after...
MONDAY
I wasn't near school yet, I hear the students talking about me.
"Hey! Is that the girl who messed with them?"
"Yeah. She has no shame! Showing like it's nothing!"
"Mind you, such a thicked-skin!"
Haaa.
What's that?
When did our school become a gossip den?
Do they have nothing to do but throw rocks at me? Goodness!
Dr. Jose Rizal, what happened to this country that you fought for?
They turned into tulisanes!
They became Marites!
...
I sighed a lot although classes is going on throughout the day. If I jump into their pettiness, I would only look like the villain.
Well, that was dream.
To become a villain.
I have sharp eyes that I might got from the ancient times. You know, genes. Passed down.
And these eyebrows that's not too thin but not too thick also. Just quite right to consider it's an eyebrows.
I have a small mouth so that's the downside of my dream. Villains, villainess need to have big mouth to express how villainous they are. But my small mouth wasn't appealing like that.
I just looks like a typical shut-in otaku with my hair down. Well, I watched animes and stuffs so I'm somehow an otaku.
Not long after our third class ended, I was summoned to the guidance office.
"Hell, yeah." I muttered to myself. 'Cause it was clearly those group of girls.
I knew it will turn out like this.
As soon as the door opens, those girls crying their eyes out. Like they're the victim of the most tragic incident of the century.