Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
Each step I took, I could hear the small pebbles and grass crunch beneath my shoes.
Oh and a crunchy leaf!
I smiled. "Gosh, it's so pleasant!"
RING RING!
"WATCH IT!"
"Ah!"
A guy zoomed past me on his bicycle.
Oh yeah, I need to focus on the road.
I chuckled when I remembered that. "That guy really leaves an impression, although negative, but still an impression."
I had no right to think that way.
Three whole weeks had passed since school started.
Kazuki continued his peculiar shenanigans. He pushed me around in hallways, tripped me in PE class, threw things in my face in the classroom, hit my desk, talked very badly to me, with curses and swears and all, etc. He basically manhandled me in school, treating me like a cockroach he could easily squish. Although I always tried to calm him down and treat him civilly, he just wouldn't listen and would get even more aggressive. He never touched me physically however (except grabbing my collar as if I was a dirty stray cat), and I found that strange. Maybe he was a violent gentleman? Well, I don't know. Many, if not all, wouldn't consider me a lady in the proper sense to treat me that way.
But I was still confused on why he targeted me specifically. Like, why did he seem to despise me the most? That was even weirder than all of the above!
I didn't really know how to deal with him. If I fought back, he would get more violent. If I reported him to the principle, he would only get detention or get amplified cleaning duty or expelled for a short while before he'd come back and haunt me even more horribly. Even if his parents were warned about him, I'm sure they'd just talk it over with the principle and the same thing would occur again. Really, there was no escape from him.
My classmates never reacted against him either. Every time he'd utter a clever insult at me (at which times I would stifle a laugh because of his creativity), my classmates would just snicker around. Even when he'd grab my shoulder and slam me against any hard surface, they wouldn't say anything and would just treat it casually like no big deal. They didn't talk to me also. They just constantly ignored me. They wouldn't even face me and when they did, they wouldn't really be looking at me but beyond me, as if I was a ghost. I was sure they just wanted to avoid looking at my face, which was... yeah, fair point, but did they have to make it obvious?
The only person I somewhat talked to was Asahi Asahi, or just Asahi. Sometimes he'd just get bored or have nothing to do and would come over to my empty table at lunch and speak a few funny words in his funny little accent. He was amusing and fun to be with, but he had his own friends and things that occupied him, and so our conversations wouldn't prolong for that long. But I still appreciated his comforting presence! It was a nice risk for him to take; gambling with his own reputation as a guy to talk to the ugly girl. The Ugly Duckling of the school. That's what they called me. (I didn't see any correlation between me and a duckling though, since ducklings are super duper adorbs, but I digressed).
