- This little girl, give me your exercise book right now. Do you want to die!
The red-haired girl stomped on the table aggressively, pulling Vy's hair up. Her eyes became angry, her eyebrows furrowed. She seemed to not care about the frightened faces of her friends around her, still very comfortably attacking Vy.
Vy
suppressed her pain, did not answer or move. Yesterday's events had made her very tired, Vy no longer cared about these things.
The kind of crazy
things they did to her, Vy was very used to.
She
seemed to have reached the peak of her anger, swinging her hand away, wanting to slap Vy.
The little girl saw the movement and closed her eyes tightly, thinking about what her face would become.
Just when her hand was about to touch it, the sound of the school drum rang loudly. Vy's heart
suddenly felt relieved as if a burden had been lifted. The sour voice near Vy also panicked and spoke:
- Sister Hoa, you're in!
Kieu
Hoa hesitantly put her hand down, glanced at Vy, and stomped back to her seat.
She also did not forget to threaten:
- I'll let you go now, but when you go back, you'll
die with me. Better shut your mouth!
Vy
looked at her friends who were shy and respectful towards Kieu Hoa, then looked at the countless strands of hair
falling around her, and sneered.
Who to blame now, it was all because she didn't have the courage to speak up.
Her school
didn't have the means to buy a camera, Kieu Hoa and her friends were the VIP group of the school, so friends
always covered for each other, even her deskmates kept their distance from her. Therefore, the Kieu Hoa group roamed everywhere without fear.
Sometimes she wanted to stand up and talk to her, but seeing their angry and threatening eyes, along with her friends' caution, Vy's throat tightened and choked. She wanted to
speak, but didn't dare.
Her innocent excitement was immediately tainted on the afternoon of the first day of entering ninth grade. For her, every day was a nightmare.
Today was like every other day, so boring.
Time was like a babbling brook, quickly passing by. The sound of the afternoon drum rang loudly, which was when Vy's heart beat a beat. Even though every day was the
same, every time the drum sounded, Vy was scared out of her wits.
It was time... death...
She
didn't dare to run away, because that would mean she would have to endure more beatings.
Hearing
the footsteps and cheerful whistling of the three girls behind her, Vy's face darkened,
her hands tightly clutching her skirt.
We're almost
to that alley...
She
didn't dare to glance down at the three of them. In the group, Kieu Hoa was the big sister,
who attacked her the most, while Tra My and Nhu Quynh joined in the fun and stopped her from running.
They had tortured Vy for nearly a year, every day she had to endure their torment.
This morning, Kieu Hoa clearly held her exercise book and hadn't returned it, but she still demanded it back.
And in that situation, she could only
silently endure.
When she reached
the alley, her steps were a bit unsteady, but she still timidly stepped in.
In a moment, when stepping into the alley, Vy suddenly found herself thinking
about Nghia.
And
a little hoping that he would come.
But
waiting for her was only the image of the dark, damp alley, and the triumphant voice of
Kieu Hoa:
- Know that, you arrogant girl!
Vy
took off her backpack, bowed her head and leaned her back against the wall with lifeless eyes.
Try
it, just one battle...
Then
you'll be able to escape...
Every
letter repeated itself, like a bottomless pit with no way out.
At the beginning, Tra My squeezed her chin, pressing Vy's head down:
- Be grateful for being taught by Hoa!
The
Kieu Hoa group had just laughed loudly, when from somewhere the "beep beep" sound of a siren rang out,
sounding no different from the siren on a police car. It rang out long, flying far in the
wind, Vy felt like she was hearing the most heroic and wonderful siren
in her life.
No matter how
much the Kieu Hoa group was bold, they were still just
students about to turn sixteen, very afraid of the police and the public security.
My friend Tra My was watching the play with her pants in her pocket, her face pale as she said:
- Sister, sister, it seems like the police are coming
.
Kieu
Hoa was no better, her face turned pale, her expression changed:
- Run away! This girl remembers our faces
!
After saying
that, they immediately ran away. Vy opened her eyes wide in surprise, not having time to react to what was happening so quickly.
The police really came? Who would call the police for her?
The little girl glanced around, propped herself up on her hands and stretched. Vy's heart was filled with joy, happily thanking the person who helped her over and over.
She didn't
know how much she could thank him!
Suddenly, a familiar voice rang out behind her:
- Hey, what are you staring at? Thank me!
And you're really like that, you don't know what else to do besides endure it?
Vy
hurriedly turned her head, her heart pounding.
So
it wasn't a dream!
It was really real!
He was standing in front of the gate, the golden sunlight shining through his body, creating a brilliant patch of light. Nghia was there, smiling gently at her. Even though he only had two colors, black and white, Vy's eyes emitted a dazzling light. Vy
just noticed that Nghia's hand was a fake blue alarm whistle that she had seen children playing with before. Vy could somewhat guess who had made the police noise just now. With a sense of concern, she asked: