The first warning bell usually indicates that the gates would be closing soon. The next bell warns students that classes will start within 15 minutes. I had nothing to worry about. I walked to the lockers to change my shoes. Upon arrival, a girl with long wavy blonde hair waved at me. I fixed my glasses and looked back at the girl. It was Sayuri – my one and only friend.
Sayuri was the opposite of me. She was popular and the majority of the students in our school liked to call her the school flower. I could understand why many people thought so. Everyone can tell from a glance that she stood out from her friend group like a sore thumb. She had beautiful blonde hair that almost looked natural, and she had flawless skin that glowed. If I were to compare her with anything, she resembled a doll.
Sayuri had a tendency to make friends with everyone. I’ve never seen her act rudely to anybody and it seemed that she enjoyed spending time with anybody, regardless of their appearances.
Sayuri dashed over to me and whispered, “Mika, I’m so glad you’re here. I was worried that class would start before you’d arrive. You’re always late. Do you have my homework ready for me?” I nodded, “Yeah, it’s in my backpack. Hold on.” I dug through my backpack and found her homework book wedged between my textbooks. Before I could reach into my bag, Sayuri beat me to it. She hastily pulled out her homework book.
Her fast action caused me to lose my grip on the backpack. Unfortunately for me, I was a clutz. I was unlucky in this regard. I was always found tripping over things and hurting myself. I hated that part of me. The contents in my backpack were found scattered on the floor. Sayuri stared down at the textbooks apologetically. She whispered, “I’m sorry. You’re going to have to pick that up. Classes are about to start soon. I’ll see you in class.”
She ran away from me incredibly fast. I wouldn’t blame her. Although she was my only friend, she couldn’t be bothered to spend time with me out in the open. The only reason she wasn’t afraid to approach me at this moment was because there was hardly anybody at the lockers. Most of the students were already in their respective classrooms.
I got down on the floor and began piling up my textbooks and notebooks. My drawings were scattered everywhere. Luckily no one was around. I’d be too embarrassed to show anybody my drawings. My secret hobby is to draw beautiful scenery and animals.
I had a lot of spare time during lunches and break time. No one would want to spend time with the number one school loser. The best way to spend time was to avoid everybody in school. I was constantly bullied whenever I was around. I seemed to be an eyesore for everybody. It was best to avoid them or else I’d be dumped in a trashcan or covered in food. It was better to spend my time alone.
I always brought a spare outfit to school just in case. I never wanted to show my grandparents that I was being bullied. That would give them more reason to prevent me from going to school. It wouldn’t be ideal to let them know my situation. I was used to being bullied anyways. It didn’t matter whether I was being bullied or not, I just had one more year till this hell was over. After I go to college, I wouldn’t have to deal with the bullies. I wasn’t too worried about it.
I quickly gathered up most of my drawings and placed them in my portfolio. While organizing my drawings, I heard a male voice. The voice was low but oddly musical. He said, “You forgot this.”
I looked up and saw a face similar to a male idol. His facial features revealed one that would be easily found on billboards and magazines. There were no flaws in his appearance. I wondered why someone like that would bother to help me. Didn’t he have to go to class? Why was he wasting time here?
I looked downwards at my feet to avoid his scorching eyes. I then noticed that he was holding one of my drawings in his hand. I’m so embarrassed! This male student that looked like a male god saw one of my drawings! He probably thinks my drawings are trash.
There was a time when I got caught drawing my crush in middle school. A kid that was sitting next to me noticed it and began making fun of me for liking him. The rest of the class, including my crush looked disgusted. At the time, my crush was Sayuri’s boyfriend.
She didn’t speak to me for a long time because of it. I tried to explain to her that I had a crush on him for 2 years and that I liked him before they dated. She didn’t want to listen to my excuses, so she spent a whole month not talking to me.
I had no clue why she chose to forgive me, but she showed up at my rundown house that was far away. I never expected her to travel so far just to find me. She was from a rich family, so it was easy for her to get to my house. I still really appreciated her for traveling a long way just to see me. She forgave me for drawing him.
Sayuri and I made a promise to never fight over guys again. She gave me good advice to avoid future troubles. She told me to never show anybody my drawings and to keep them safe in a portfolio folder. After that incident, I made the decision to never draw people again. I changed all my drawings to the scenery and animals.
I snatched the drawing out of his hand and quickly gathered the rest of my belongings. I was too embarrassed to say thank you at that time. Who would’ve known that I’d regret not saying thank you in the near future? I ran away from the male god with exceptional speed. I barged into my classroom in a hurry.
Luckily for me, nobody noticed my presence upon entering the classroom. The students were huddled up at the windows. I could hear the students chattering about an idol named Akira. The girls squealed in unison, “Did you see him? He was at the gates not too long ago! He’s really going to our school!”
I quickly found my seat in the back. My desk was covered with curse words and hurtful comments. It was impossible to get rid of the comments because they were either written with sharpie or scratched onto. I didn’t bother with cleaning the desk because there were new ones there every day. I stared at my desk and found a new comment that was written with red sharpie – GO TO HELL, D**SH*T!
While reading the new comment, I felt something crawling on my fingers. I had my hands in my desk and felt something moving. I looked inside the desk and found a mouse staring back at me. I wasn’t frightened by the mouse. I love all animals, why would I be afraid?
Before I could do anything, I heard Mikami, Osamu from behind me sigh, “That blows! I thought she’d at least squeal like a little pig! I guess I owe you $50.” He handed the $50 over to his buddies. His friends laughed, “Looks like she’s not afraid, because she’s probably used to being friends with mice.” Mikami roared with laughter, “Maybe she lives in the sewers. Can you imagine her living in the sewer? No wonder she smells like sh*t every day!”
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