𝑴𝒂𝒈𝒊𝒄 - lookism

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I wake up to the sound of the alarm, its loud beeping piercing through my dream. Groggily, I groan and reach to turn it off, and as silence returns, I realize it's still dark outside. The clock reads 6:30 AM, I sit up in bed, rubbing my eyes and stretching.

I push the covers aside and swing my legs over the edge of the bed, feeling the cold floor beneath my feet. The first rays of dawn are just beginning to show through the curtains, casting a golden glow in the room.

In the bathroom, I splash cold water on my face, hoping to wash away the sleepiness. Staring at my reflection in the mirror, I take a deep breath. "You've got this," I tell myself.

You get ready for school, putting your hair in a messy bun before grabbing your bag and heading out the door. The events of the previous day are a distant memory as you make your way to school, ready to face a new day.

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In the meantime, Goo is at the doctor's office, getting stitches for the injuries you caused him. He winces slightly as the doctor works, a mix of irritation and admiration in his expression as he thinks about the encounter.

He screams every time the needle pierces through his skin. The doctor's expression remains professional but in his head he wanted to walk out of the room, there's a hint of curiosity about what might have caused such injuries but he didn't want to ask for his safety.

Gun threw a shoe at Goo's face and told him to shut up. Goo glared at him but bit his tongue, trying to endure the pain in silence. The doctor glanced up, slightly startled but continued stitching without comment.

Goo, still wincing from the pain, asks Gun, "How do you have her number?" His curiosity momentarily distracting him from the discomfort. Gun looks at him with a smirk, not offering an immediate answer, letting the question hang in the air.

Goo, annoyed by Gun's silence, says, "Fine, then don't tell me. I'll get her number myself." He grins mischievously, already plotting his next move. Gun just rolls his eyes and leans back.

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You arrive in class and are surprised when Daniel comes rushing over to greet you. He seems unusually enthusiastic, and his warm smile makes you wonder if something is up.

You awkwardly greet him back, noting that while you know him, you've never really spoken to him before. His enthusiasm catches you off guard, but you try to be friendly as you engage in the conversation.

You say, "Hey Dan, how are you? How was your weekend?" You try to sound casual and interested, hoping to make the interaction less awkward.

Daniel gives you a warm smile and replies, "I'm good, Y/N, and my weekend was great. How was yours?" His friendly demeanor helps ease the conversation.

You respond with, "Interesting," giving a slight smile. His cheerful attitude helps lift your spirits as you both continue chatting.

The teacher walks in, and everyone settles down in their seats. The room quiets as the lesson begins, shifting the focus from casual conversation to the day's class activities.

Once the lesson is over, you sneeze loudly, drawing everyone's attention. You sniffle, feeling a bit embarrassed as you realize all eyes are on you.

You get up and leave the classroom, heading for the bathroom to wash your hands and perhaps freshen up a bit. The sudden attention made you feel a bit self-conscious, and you want to shake off the awkwardness.

With Mira absent today, you plan on checking up on her after school. You want to make sure she's okay.

You enter the bathroom and notice it's packed with seniors doing their makeup and gossiping. The bustling atmosphere makes it hard to find a moment of privacy as you make your way to the sinks to wash your hands.

One of the seniors notices you and walks up, saying, "Hey, don't you see you're disturbing us? Get out and wash your hands elsewhere." Her tone is dismissive, making it clear you're not welcome in the busy bathroom.

The other girls giggle in agreement, adding to the uncomfortable atmosphere. Their reactions make you feel even more out of place.

You muster up the courage, look up at her, and say, "No, you don't own this bathroom, and if you're uncomfortable, then you should be the one leaving." Your assertiveness catches her off guard, and the giggling quiets down.

The girl next to her tries to grab your arm, but you push her back firmly, creating some space. The tension in the room escalates as the girls look taken aback.

The girls gasp as the one in front of you raises her hand and smacks you, her long nail leaving a cut from the end of your eye to your nose. Pain stings and you feel the blood begin to trickle down.

She glares at you, her voice dripping with hostility as she says, "Who do you think you are?" The aggression in her tone makes it clear she's not backing down.

You touch your face and look at your fingers, noticing the blood. The sight makes you feel embarrassed and disoriented, but you try to stay composed as you decide what to do next.

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