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Natty sat at her desk, trying to focus on the lesson, but the whispers and giggles from behind her grew louder with each passing moment. She could feel the weight of their stares burning into her back, and when she finally mustered the courage to glance over her shoulder, her worst fears were confirmed.

Lina and Hee-jin, two of her most relentless bullies, were huddled together, their hands busy with a marker and Natty’s shirt. In horror, Natty watched as they scrawled the words "I'm sexy" across the fabric, their laughter echoing in the silent classroom.

Anger boiled inside her, a seething fury that threatened to consume her whole. Without thinking, Natty whirled around in her seat, her voice trembling with rage as she addressed her teacher, Ms. Minami.

"Ms. Minami, do something!" she cried, her voice echoing through the room. "They’re harassing me, and you’re just letting it happen!"

Ms. Minami’s eyes widened in alarm, but she hesitated, unsure of how to proceed. "Natty, please sit back down," she said, her voice trembling with uncertainty.

As the teacher turned to face the board, a barrage of objects came flying towards her back, thrown by Lina and Hee-jin with reckless abandon. "Aww, Even your precious teacher won’t lift a finger to help you." Hee-jin sneered, her voice dripping with malice.

"Oh, poor Natty," Jenny sneered. "Always playing the victim. Why don’t you just grow up?"

Lina and Hee-jin joined in, throwing crumpled pieces of paper at Natty and at Ms. Minami when she turned around to write on the board. "Yeah, Ms. Minami, why don’t you do something?" Hee-jin taunted, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "Oh wait, you’re too much of a pussy to say anything, It’s good you know your place, not like you’re one to defended anyone with that fucking aids factory between your legs."

Ms. Minami’s face paled, her hands trembling slightly as she gripped the chalk. "Please, everyone, settle down," she said weakly, her voice lacking conviction. "Let’s focus on the lesson."

Natty’s anger flared again. "That’s it? That’s all you’re going to say? They’re tormenting me, and you’re just going to let it happen?"

Jenny, enjoying the chaos, leaned back in her chair and smirked. "Face it, Natty. No one’s going to help you."

Tears welled up in Natty’s eyes, but she blinked them back, refusing to let her bullies see her cry. She turned to Ms. Minami, her voice trembling with desperation. "Please, Ms. Minami. Do something. Anything."

Ms. Minami’s gaze dropped to the floor, her shoulders slumping in defeat. "Natty, just take your seat. We’ll talk about this after class."

Natty felt a wave of hopelessness wash over her. She knew that “after class” would never come, that nothing would change. Her bullies would continue their torment, and the adults who were supposed to protect her would continue to look the other way.

As the days passed, Natty found herself unable to face the cruel taunts and relentless torment of her classmates. The humiliation of the milk incident and the vicious rumors about her pregnancy weighed heavily on her, leaving her feeling isolated and defeated.

With each passing day, Natty withdrew further into herself, seeking solace in the sanctuary of her room. Her parents grew increasingly worried, their concern evident in every furrow of their brows and every strained conversation.

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