THE CRUEL CLASSROOM
In the dimly lit classroom , Hana sat at her desk , her heart a fragile bird trapped in
a cage . The girls around her whispered , their laughter like shards of glass . They called her names-
ugly , weird , different . Hana's almond eyes welled up , but she blinked back the tears . She'd learned
to hide her pain , to build walls around her vulnerability .
The ringleader was Ayesha-a girl with a sharp tongue and cruel smile . She'd mock Hana's wavy hair ,
saying it looked like a tangled nest . "Why don't you straighten it ?" Ayesha would sneer . "Maybe then
you won't scare people away " .
Hana's desk was always empty during lunchtime . The other girls huddled together , sharing secrets and
giggles . Hana watched from afar , her sandwich untouched . She'd bring a book to escape-the words a refuge
from the loneliness .
But it wasn't just the girls . The teacher , Mrs. Shefali , had her own way of tormenting Hana . She'd
call her to front of the class , her voice dripping with disdain . "Hana" , she'd say , "you are daydreaming again . Are you even paying attention ?" .
The kids would snicker , and Hana's cheeks burned . Mrs. Shefali would scribble "phyco" on the blackboard
, deliberately misspelling "psycho" . The class erupted in laughter . Hana's heart shattered into a thous-
and pieces . "Why don't you have friends ? " Mrs. Shefali once asked , her eyes cold . "Is it because
you're too strange ?" .
Hana clenched her fists , her knuckles white . she wanted to scream-to tell them that she was more than
their taunts , more than the lonely girl in corner . But she swallowed her words , her silence fortress .
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