I'm Ugly. [Completed]

Chapter 2

"So can anyone tell what the formula for Pythagoras Theorem is?"

I put my hand up courageously.

"Yes, Izumi?"

"A squared plus B squared equals C squared."

"That's right well done."

I smirked to myself. I'm so happy I got it right. If I got it wrong, I would've peed myself in front of everyone out of embarrassment. I rarely put my hand up, but when I'm confident that my answer is right, I take a risk. So far, all my uncertain decisions have been correct. I'm glad I'm doing okay with my studies. Sometimes, I like school.

Everyone is focused on the same task, everyone is wearing the same uniform and mostly everyone is well behaved. Of course, not all of them-

"Psst. What's the answer to question two?" Jayden asked.

Are.

I groaned and shuffled away from him.

"Aw c'mon please?" He pleaded. "I'll stop talking to you for the rest of the day."

"Liar." I murmured. I shuffled even more away from him and covered my book. I heard him sigh in defeat which made me grin in sucess. I quickly looked the other way to hide my hideous smiling face. "So, how are you coping there?" I asked, still not facing him.

"Just fine actually." He replied swiftly. I looked back at him and as a matter of fact, he was doing his work. Then I looked to the side to see a girl helping him. He smiled at her and she blushed back.

My eyes hurt.

I faced back to my work and didn't take another look for the whole lesson.

"Izumi!" He shouted. He nudged me by my arm so hard, it made a small purple bruise.

"Ow!" I grunted. "Honestly, don't you have anything else better to do than hurt me?"

"Hurt you? Emotionally or physically?" He winked and waved at two girls who were coming this way.

I started to hurriedly walk away from him. Just as I was about to lose him, his footsteps edged nearer. My quick walk immediately changed into a jog across the corridor. I could still hear his light footsteps getting louder. He was quick.

"Hey! Wait up!" He yelled. I ignored him. I've had enough with his flirty self. Turning right to go up the stairs, I ran up to the third floor and into the music room. I hid underneath a table full of what looks like piano sheets. Rubbing the sweat off my forehead, I exhaled heavily, still trying to catch my breath. More sweat came and I started feeling torrid.

I never seemed to understand why I would sweat this much. Maybe its because I'm fat or unfit. Or my body just loves crying a lot. This was one of the many features I disliked about myself, sweat. I took off my itchy jumper and unbuttoned a few buttons.  Sweat patches started to form under my arms and my thighs started to get thigh sweat. It wasn't even a hot day and I already felt like melting.

Then I remembered the music sheets on the desk. I got up to get the sheets and I began to start fanning myself. That's better. The windows were open, so the breeze came and entered into the room to rescue me. birds chirped and small blossoms blew in with the wind. I turned around and walked over to the window.

I breathed in the fresh peaceful air, and closed my eyes slowly and steady. The sun shone on my face and the soft clouds moved to give me shade. Nature was truly beautiful, different colours complimenting each other. Like how grey and white clouds blend with the baby blue skies, and the lemony sun, enhancing the all the colours above.

I hoped and wished that my life would soon be this heavenly and beautiful. But knowing me, it probably won't be this pleasant and even if it were, there would still be people that could make life, a living hell.