Student To King: The Transportation To A New World

Aria's Recollection 3: Breaking Point To An Eventual Hope

A month after Aria's transfer. 

In contrast to her first day, almost no one approaches Aria for various reasons. During each free period, she finds herself alone on the rooftop, picking the lock to get in. Depending on what happens, she would take doses of her antidepressants based on how her day went.

"Ah... that was my last tablet." She says as she tries to empty the bottle for one more tablet into her hand.

She leaned on the rooftop fence with dead eyes. Then looked at the bottom towards the ground.

"I think I could survive if I did jump down... but if I fall head first. Ah, what's the time anyway."

Aria grabbed out her phone checking the time. There were only twenty minutes left until the next period. Letting out a sigh she stood up walking out of the rooftop. 

For an entire month, no one else was near the vicinity of this very rooftop whenever Aria had her free period. She'd simply eat her lunch or do some last-minute studying alone knowing that no one would come and bother her.

Aria stepped out of the building, her destination the other side of the school. But first, a quick stop at her locker. As she took a few steps outside, the usual stares and glances from others met her. This atmosphere was nothing new for Aria.

"PFFT...!" A blast of water went all over Aria's face as she was walking by.

"Hey Quella, make sure you watch before you spit that out. You spat all over poor Aria over here." Amy says with a sarcastic smile. It was quite obvious that it was intentional, as the group purposely walked towards Aria's path.

"Sorry Aria! Amy made me laugh and I... well spat over you." Quella snickered.

Aria stared, speechless, before dabbing at her face with a handkerchief. Her eyes, vacant and lifeless like those of a dead fish, met Quella's gaze as she finally replied.

"Don't worry about it... please excuse me."

The group of girls watched as Aria dried herself paying close attention to her facial features. 

"Wow so your looks aren't even from makeup huh? Thought you've taken some sort of surgery." Amy asked sarcastically.

Aria simply ignored her words before heading to her locker. But when she unlocked her locker she noticed that all her books were soaking wet. All her notes from her elective class were unrecognisable causing a sad sigh. The locks on the locker were all simple three-digit combinations so the only way for the perpetrator to get the right combination is to simply try every combination possible. 

Did they waste that much time on this? This is the third time this month.

Aria grabbed the book out of the locker and placed it in the bin deciding that she'd just have to write her notes in a different book instead. A nearby group of girls noticed her trashing away her notebook and smiled. Aria didn't even know who the group of girls were, unable to pinpoint the blame on them. She spent time changing her combination before leaving.

"Woah the plastic princess. Better reactions than Hilda that's for sure." A girl from the group commented as they walked away.

Aria tried to keep her composure trying to hold down her tears. She tightened her chest with her hands taking a deep breath.

Why am I being targeted? What have I done to deserve this? I thought this Academy was dedicated to preventing bullying, yet I'm facing the same treatment as before! 

With a sigh, Aria trudged towards her elective class. Since it was an optional unit, none of her regular classmates were enrolled, ensuring she wouldn't be subjected to the usual unwanted attention. The relative anonymity of the elective provided a welcome respite from the usual drama.
 She sat near the door, a solitary figure. People would shy away, some because they didn't feel worthy of her attention, others because they found it difficult to engage in conversation with her. She tended to respond rather than initiate, leaving the conversational ball in their court.