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After having kicked out from Divine Grace University for reasons that you’d rather not know, I was enrolled and transferred to West Ridge University- A School you might confuse with elite parks in Paris or Hong Kong.

All of the students that are enrolled here are from wealthy families. It can be well seen on the brand of the dresses they wear, type of cars they ride, and kinds of gadgets they use. I can’t help but feel out-of-placed to be here. I don’t have the luxuries they have. Not that I can’t provide myself those; but, I just don’t find it a necessity.

The students here at West Ridge are rich brats whose life is spent showing the world they are. They seem to be going to die if their style would be out-paced, whereas I don’t really care at all. They are used to socializing while I am not; especially when it is just about gathering to brag about bags or perfumes one wear being limited editions. All of their preferences are so not my interest. Because I, instead of wearing the most fashionable clothes, prefer wearing checkered polo buttoned up to my neck partnered with black slacks and rubber shoes; instead of riding the coolest car on earth just like everyone else does here when going to school, I ride bike. The only expensive gadget I have was my latest canon camera- The EOS 60D ,which I named Carla, and I bring it wherever I go.

With what I stated, you may already infer that no one here likes me. Yes. That is true. In fact, all of them despise me for being so different. They avoid me as if I have spontaneous disgusting disease. It hurts to be treated inferior though, but I don’t really mind that much if no one wants to be friends with me. They and I are like same poles - we repel. We would never bond- that, I already have kept in mind. I JUST don’t belong. And so I made arightful decision to seclude and isolate myself from them.

“Hey look! The weirdo transferee!”. I heard and saw one of the male students whisper on his peers while I am walking towards them.

“Eew! What an awful view! My eyes are nowtotally aching!” one lady said as she was making a disgusted look.

“I bet he doesn’t know the word fashion.” The guy commented again.

“He is so making me want to vomit- with a capital V!”the other gal added as her fingers imitate the letter v. “I wonder how he still manages to be here in our school.” She also stated mockingly.

All of the sudden, all eyes were on me. People were murmuring.

Trouble. I thought.

            Controlling the pain inside, I changed my course and walked toward another direction. I don’t have an idea where my feet were taking me.  But I did not bother to figure it out at all. I just felt the need to turn away… to escape.

Taking another route, I could still feel their awkward stares nailed at me.I thought my appearance is hideous?

I closed my eyes and walked fast – almost a run. I felt water welling on my eyes. Why are they like that? Yes I am not as classy as them and I don’t wish to be… but do they really have to treat me that way?