Kaye's POV:
Ugh, another day of school, and 7 hours of total hell, if it wasn't for grandmother I could've dropped out school already.
"Darling, breakfast is ready" my grandmother yelled, "okay mama, I'll be there" I replied.
After eating my breakfast, as usual, I'd wash dishes and cleaned the floor before I left.
"What will I do without you" my grandmother said gently, and then I chuckled "Ma, I'm off to school now" I said, "Okay, darling, take care" so I took my train going to school.
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When I arrived school, I found people throwing paper airplanes, and laughing at me, but I don't mind them, I'm used to it.
Yet again, it's gym class, and we needed to run, and I'm not allowed to run, because I have athsma, so I can't run.
So I just sat in the bench while I saw everyone running.
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So it was already math class, and it was nearly lunch time, then the boring teach kept explaining " so to get x you need to divide the number with this number, and after you subtract it with this number" she explained with a boring voice.
I was just staring in the clock, and I was just waiting for the clock to hit 12 so that I could go out and eat lunch.
It eventually hit 12, and it's lunch, so I decided to leave my bag in the home room and just bring my money with me.
I went down, and find myself picking between, mashed potatoes, and pork steak, but then someone pushed me out of my line saying "Make way, jerk" and I just ignored them with that, and ate some biscuits instead.
When I came back to the classroom, I found my bag no where my seat. But I saw a note saying "If you want your bag back, go to the running track," I was kind of mad, but I needed my bag back. "What some jerks" I mumbled.
Then I end up seeing them on the track with my backpack, I started walking to get my backpack, but they started running away from me "Hey, give me back my backpack" I yelled while running to get my backpack.
I started to feel a very heavy feeling in my chest, and I hardly could breathe, but still running.
And fainted.
Then I woke up, looking in a very handsome face, smiling with very white and straight teeth, and saw a lot of people surrounding us.
I stood up, like nothing happened, and looked at the guy who was with me and said "Thank you" and left with the backpack, but I guess a simple thanks wasn't enough for him.
"Hey, aren't you gonna ask my name?" He asked, "or maybe befriend me?" He added, "isn't thank you enough for you?" I asked, and once again walked away, "My name is, Ronnie" he yelled, I didn't ask his name, why'd he give it to me?
But I just ignored it, I didn't have time for friends.
After class, I fixed my stuff. When everybody was out the same people who stole my bag went near me, "do you want my bag again?" I mumbled, "Oh? You're getting tougher, huh?" Them the girl slapped me in the face for no particular reason, "Hey, stop doing that to her, what did she ever do to you?" Ronnie said, wow, he came out of nowhere.
"Why should we do that?" The boy said "She's a loser, and you look too good to defend her" the girl added. "Yo, I don't care if she's a loser in your eyes, she didn't do anything to you, and that's the whole point" he said confidently.
I walked out the classroom, I noticed that my cheek was bleeding, and remembered she had a ring on. I tried to wash it off, and put some concealer on it so that mama won't notice.
