The Samurai Girl And Her Boys

Chapter 1: Wha..? Well, the beginning..

This is the most common insults I get everyday;

"Ugh, look at her, she is so disgusting! Don't you dare come close to me ya' nerd!" One girl shouted.

"Ew, her clothes are so out of seasons," The other girl said.

"Don't touch me! i don't want your nerd germs on me" Others said in disgust.

And the insults goes on. The punches and kicks also go on. Eventhough it has been 10 years, they still won't stop bullying me.

All I could do was just stay away from them and give them what they want in order to prevent bad things go worse. But sometimes, when I'm in a really bad mood, I can annoy them 10 times worse than they annoy me. And honestly, I don't even think I'm that ugly to deserve any of these insults. And I also know that I'm a 'Straight A' student, but what's wrong having good grades and being a nerd? 

I guess the world may never kno- Nah, of course we know, we just never really want to tell why, or just don't know why we even bullied others. Or be bullied.

Sometimes, their treatments towards me are worse than just insulting, and i don't mean just emotionally, I mean physically aswell. Luckily for them, I was disallowed to fight back with my fist. And katana

I mean, not like I bring my katana with me everyday anyways.

But I understand why, though. 

If i was allowed to hit or fight them (my schoolmates), I could accidently kill them. And we don't want that to happen now, do we? And nor do I want my secret, about me being a samurai master, to be discovered. My master will kill me if I broke our promise, he can be really scary and so nice when he wants to.

I shuddered when I remembered master's grim face. 

When I heard the bell rings I started running to my Geometry class and as usual, I would get tripped over by some 'unknown' legs that came out of nowhere whenever I tried to reach class and my seat. There were a few snickers and laughs but i decided to shrug them off and pretend that whatever happened before, never happened. 

If I show my weakness to them there is no guarantee that I will come back home un-bruised, not that I wasn't punch or kicked everyday but they still can get worse. I sat down on my seat, which was on the very front row, and kept a super straight face. 

The good thing about this class is that our tables weren't connected and we weren't forced to be partners for the rest of the year. 

I look to my right and saw the guy looking like he'd rather sit with the ugliest girl in class than sitting a meter next to me. When he notice that I have been looking at him he gave me a nasty look. Since I'm in a bad mood right now, upon seeing his face my lips moved by itself and before i know it, i had just insulted him. "Normally your face looks ugly, but now, you just made it even uglier, to the point where it's so ugly, i can't care enough to look at you."

Of course that made him mad. Super mad. 

I could see his ears blowing steams out and his face was red, red like a tomato. Satisfied that I made him mad, I turned and kept a straight face again, that was until I heard a screeching sound by a chair scraping against the floor. My head turned.

Only to meet a fist charging towards me.