Mysterious Angel

Three: Table at Lunchtime...

I go to the next class, which is the Drama classroom, but I hear the people in the class already gossiping about me. I remember that everyone in my last school called me ugly or beast or anything like these words I didn't want to talk about. But not this time; people like these called me beauty or how pretty my eyes were.

Tears welled up in my eyes as I started to whimper softly, overwhelmed by emotions as I stood there, lost in the moment and no longer concerned myself with getting in their way.

I hear a voice behind me, "What's wrong? Are you coming in?"

I turn around to see a boy looking at me. An apparition of Oliver startled me, causing me to jump back, hit my head on the door, and then fall to the ground. As the darkness envelops my vision, vivid memories come flooding back to me...

*Flashback*

I contemplated their dishonesty, acknowledging the painful truth that I feel unattractive and undesired. Ava's deliberate choice to exacerbate the situation only made it worse.

As I strolled down the hallway, the echoes of every comment reached my ears, creating a lively and bustling atmosphere.

"We need to kill her so she can join in with her dead father." "Curse girl." "Don't dare to look at her eyes." "Ew! She's so ugly!" "Ew! She reminds me of Bigfoot, hahaha!"

It was the following day during lunchtime, and as I headed to my locker to retrieve my lunch bag, I couldn't help but notice the whispers and gossiping that seemed to follow my every move. The previous day, upon returning home, my adopted mother had taken it upon herself to pack my lunch for the next day. Despite initially wanting to decline, I couldn't bring myself to do so when I saw the look of happiness on her face as she prepared the lunch box for me.

She took the time to prepare my lunch box because she had finished her work early before going on holiday. But when I was younger, I used to ask for a packed lunch, and she always said no because she was too busy. That made me feel like avoiding the cafeteria and eating my lunch alone in the bathroom, similar to a scene from the movie Mean Girls.

With my lunchbox swiftly removed from my Purple jacket, I go to the bathroom and catch a quick glimpse of myself in the mirror. As I inched closer, I fixed my gaze on my face before me.

I can't deny it. I often feel self-conscious about my appearance, especially my oversized glasses, ponytail with my favourite pink and purple scrunchies, and pimples on my face.

As I approached the restroom, the sound of laughter and chatter reached my ears, prompting me to enter the stall quickly.

"Hey Ava," Her friend Mmma called out, the same one who had accidentally tripped me yesterday. Ava turned around to see Emma approaching. "I heard that Oliver was the beast's very first friend."

"Who's the beast?" Ava inquired as her friends erupted in laughter. One of her friends remarked, "It's the one Emma tripped yesterday."

"Ah," Ava exclaims as she realizes the person being discussed and joins in with laughter. "Oh, her! No, she's not just his friend. She helps him with his homework! Hahaha!"

"Smart, we were expecting you to be jealous and want to kill her if she's his real friend..." Ava smacks her palm on the friend who says this sentence, and she says, "I still want to kill her when I see her with my boyfriend..."