i started off the next day by going in the elevator which took a lot of confidence because i knew gwi-nam was probably going to come to. he luckily didn't be at least i did. i walked into my homeroom class and sat down in my seat. i scrolled through my phone during homeroom. as i scrolled i felt my hair be tugged back. i looked over to see gwi-nam, "can you stop?" i ask. "what?" gwi-nam asks, obviously surprised that i actually said something. "i said, can you stop?" i repeat. "wow, the whore is finally speaking." gwi-nam says as he turns to his friends. they all laughed as they asked, "really?". i felt embarrassment come over me as i looked down. i should stop. no, i had to stick up for myself. i don't deserve to be treated like this. "shut up." i say and gwi-nam's face changes from amusement to anger. "what did you just say bitch?" he asks.
before i could answer ms. park walks into the room, maybe that was a good thing before i said something that would wind up in me getting my ass beat. we all handed in our phones and sat back down, avoiding looking gwi-nam's way at all costs. i then felt my hand be grabbed and he took a pen out. he harshly rammed it into my hand and i bit my lip to hide my pain. i tried to pull it away but he was too strong. he harshly wrote on my hand as i continued to try and yank my hand away. once he finished he grabbed my hand harshly and squeezed it tightly for a second before pushing it back to my side. when he did so my hand hit the desk and ms. park looked back for a moment before going back to writing on the board.
i look down at my hand and see "whore" written on it in big letters once again. the skin around my hand was irritated because of the harshness he had when writing on me. i hated this nickname. i took out a notebook angrily and opened it. i started writing on the paper and slid it over to gwi-nam. i had written, "why do you call me that when you know it's not true?" i asked. he slid it over to me harshly so it hit into my arm. i grabbed the notebook and looked down to see, "you're a whore, wether you want to admit it or not." written on it. i stared at the words written for a minute before i slammed the notebook shut. everyone looked my way but i didn't care. i felt like crying. god, i was such a pussy. i took a deep breath as i stuffed the notebook into my bag. i then put my arms on my desk and folded them as i watched my teacher write notes on the board.
