Limping my way into the class room, I was welcomed by the paper rocket that came zooming at my direction, hitting me on my forehead.
Picking up the rocket, I unfolded the paper to see what was written on it.
But I was too late.
Loser!
Just die!
Uglies don't deserve to be in our class!
A tear came rolling down my face.
When I looked at them, they roared in laughter.
