"Are you heading to the Faculty Department, Mr...?" She asked, her shyness evident in her gaze.
"Zyn. My name is Mr. Zyn," I replied.
"Mr. Zyn? Is that an alias?" She giggled in an adorable manner after learning my name.
I couldn't help but be amused by her cute behavior. My own memories of "school girls" were quite the opposite. Back then,even the not-so-attractive girls treated me like trash. In fact, the less popular ones could be even ruder than the popular girls.
While the popular girls simply ignored me, those less fortunate ones seemed to channel all their frustrations onto me, probably because of my weight and weak personality. It wasn't my fault they were ugly to begin with, but that never seemed to matter to them.
