Under the blonde haired girl's instruction, Angeline, whom I assumed as her leader, the most popular girl, students dared not to make trouble with, they assaulted me; one of them, the fat one, locked my wrist with her strong hands while the others grasped my bag away.
"Is this truly a bag? Why does it look more like a plastic bag my maid used to collect the trash?" The skinniest girl spat me with ridicule which I didn't allow to pierce my heart. To celebrate her insult, the others laughed at her words to mock me; at their laughter, I simply shut my eyes.
"What do you expect a poor girl like her to have, guys? Do you think she can afford the real school bag like ours? Look at her with her shabby uniform and horrible shoes. She is not even on our level, however…," that girl, the one the
