I feared the way I see people. The way they see me. I'm Ice, an ordinary person. Ordinary? No. Not at all. My classmates call me frozen, because I never wanted to play with them, wanted to hang out with them. No, I don't want to.
Let me tell you my story of which I failed and I feared until I was completely hurt. So hurt that I can't move.
One day, I was walking to my school, both nervous and curious, that was the first day. Suddenly, as I path the rocky road, I tripped because of that stone sticked to the ground. My body hurts, but I stood up and carried on.
Father hated me. Mother cared for me but she left me alone in this runaway city. Again, I trotted towards the school, hoping no one saw me.
Then, it was the first question. "What is your name?" That's what I heard as my hands shaking. I am shy, introverted and anxious. Always.
It's my turn now. I was scared. I followed the orders my adviser gave me, and I stood infront of everyone, frozen. The teacher asked.
I was standing there, scared once more. The teacher asked my again, titling my head to her. I started saying my name, stuttering. "M-My name i-is-is I-ice. . ." The entire class bursted into laughter.
I heard muttering voice with my name. I looked at them, wide eyed. I asked myself 'Did I do something wrong?' Yes. I did. It was my name. My stuttering. I stood still, shame faced and flustered swore too late- however, I failed my first day.
The last thing I remembered was falling to the ground, my nose was bleeding. I felt pain and everything went black since then.
