Chapter 9.3: SCHOOL VIOLENCE & ARTISTIC SOUL

I go back to the classroom with anger in my heart, all the members see my pathetic appearance and start talking. Milan still behaves like a nice class monitor, she asks me:

“Are you okay, Daisy? Besides… where's the document I asked you to get?"

Ah, so she comes to ask me about the documents. But know how to respond when those documents were neatly in the toilet and were trampled to the point of tearing. All of that cost more than half of the class budget, and I'm already in big trouble.

"Hey, don't you hear what Milan is asking?" – A friend says in an aggressive voice, she is sitting on the table with her legs and arms crossed, she looks just like an errant.

"I'm sorry"

I answer quickly and return to my seat, they have another excuse to dig up and talk bad about me. The boy sitting next to me doesn't say a word, he doesn't care much either. That's fine, at least he doesn't go along with them in such an outrageous and stupid way. After settling down, I adjust my clothes. I vigorously