I’ve never strained my neck while looking at the ground before. I’m not used to always being bent over but I can’t do anything.
People’s eyes are like daggers to me.
“Why is she here?”
“She shouldn’t graduate, right?”
“Thick face got more grumaduate, he’s not so right.”
“Even diaper atlis gagraduate.”
Those are just a few of the whispers I hear.
I was allowed to climb the stage somehow.
Those who bullied me in the past were given school service, they couldn’t refuse because there was CCTV inside the theater room. I can see what they did to me there.
Magnus and I both met eyes. Its smile reached my ears. A smile crept on my lips but it all faded when my eyes went to the person beside him. I looked away when my eyes met Mrs. Morrison’s.
“Don’t do something stu
