When I met Clara again, I thought of a question I had seen on Quora.
Those bullies, what is their fate now?
At the time, she was sitting in the passenger seat of a Rolls Royce, carrying a Hermes bag worth over 200 million, and next to her was a handsome young man.
She seems to be living her life very well.
The Rolls Royce sped off, while I was still standing in place. Mid-summer in August, my whole body felt as cold as falling into an ice cave.
All that screaming and roaring, all that heartbreak, all that desperate past flooded and drowned me, I felt suffocated. With a pale face, I crouched down while holding onto the pole of the bus stop. Cold sweat fell to the ground drop by drop, and quickly evaporated due to the hot sun.
The shattered memories whistled across my mind, instantly dragging me back to 10 years ago.
My gray teenage years.
For the three years of my high school years, I went through it with the talk and gossip of others.
All sorts of infinite rumors about me will always be on the hot list of the school's Facebook forum. And all of them were posted by Clara.
He swore and said that he had seen me going out with many men, and he said I went to the hospital for a check-up.
I was trapped in the toilet, trapped in the alley and trapped on the roof. The girls demonized me, afraid that if they got too close to me they would catch a disease. And the boys insulted me with obscene words, looking at me with eyes full of curiosity and malice.
I was stripped naked by some of his female gangsters, they took a picture of me and posted it on Facebook, they also printed the picture and distributed it among the public.
Because of this, my father felt that I was embarrassing him, so he divorced my mother and left us both.
And all of this happened just because the boy Clara likes wrote me a love letter.
On the day the love letter was seen by her, hell had come to me.
He covered me with the most horrible evil in the world.
I was still able to survive back then, I tried to hold my breath just to continue my studies, then left this place.
But the day before the college entrance exam, I was locked up by Clara and the door was locked.
That day, I called out to the heavens unanswered, called out to the earth unanswered, and in despair I heard the bell the next day.
It was the sound of the bell to start the college entrance examination.
For that glimmer of hope, I jumped from the third floor.
Then I broke my leg and was taken to the hospital, and I didn't take the college entrance exam. During that time, my mom was always being talked about by people, and she also saw that there was no hope for me taking the college entrance exam. She felt very depressed, and decided to jump off the building.
In one night, my family was destroyed.
My life is completely ruined, and the person who caused all this has gone to study abroad because he has a rich father, and has said goodbye to everything that happened here.
She is completely unfazed, happily posting about her daily life abroad, and has become a minor internet celebrity.
She even shares knowledge in her vlogs on how to be a confident and happy person.
Clara is a very confident and happy person, she looks beautiful in the video, and her gestures while surfing the sea are mesmerizing.
Fans praised her in the comments, envying her and saying that they wanted to be like her.
But only I know.
He's not like that.
He once destroyed me.
If there's a hell in the world, I think he's the devil in that hell.
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Today I don't know how I got home, I just know that when I got home, my whole body was drenched in cold sweat.
I thought, why is he living so well?
Why is it that after destroying the lives of others, he can still live so happily, so happily?
Is this fair?
Tonight, it was dark outside the window, and not a single star could be seen.
In the darkness, I just stared at the ceiling, until my eyes stung and burst into tears.
If God can't punish him.
I thought, let me do it myself.
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Cinderella's Genius Plan
FantasyThe midnight bell rang, and I rushed out of the banquet hall. Mr. President, who followed me from behind, picked up the high heels I had dropped on the stairs.