Chapter 1.1

"WHY DON'T you copy Luna Janus?! She's smart and capable!" The teacher shouted angrily at her students. The teacher praises Luna Janus Jayson, who is an exemplary student despite the fact that no one supports or cares for her.

The young girl, Luna Janus, was just sitting on her desk with her head down while her classmates kept looking at her.

"Ma'am, we don't want to imitate Luna Janus. Who would imitate that person? She's ugly. Remember that her lack of wealth makes her a teacher's pet." One of Luna's classmates said it smugly.

This is one of Luna's bullies. Actually, all of Luna's classmates bully her. For them, the girl's actions only served to ruin their school experiences.

Everyone laughed, teasing Luna even more. The girl just bowed her head, as if she were submitting to them. She is very used to their teasing and bullying.

As sixteen-year-old youths, they should already have fair thoughts, but she didn't even have sympathy for either of them.

They are not the only ones doing this; the girl's family is also involved. She was born into a low-income family. Her father was a booze-addicted jerk, and her mother is a prostitute.

Luna Janus found it difficult to be their child. She had been beaten and starved. She needs to work in order to feed herself.

Sometimes, her parents even confiscate the money she earns from her work. The girl never enjoyed the luxury of life because she still had to work hard, unlike her classmates, who were able and wealthy. She was the only one in this school who was impoverished.

In this school, the poor girl is a scholar.

"Stop it, everyone! Did you think I didn't notice your constant bullying of Luna Janus? All of you, except Luna Janus, followed me to the guidance office!" The adviser spoke, eliciting a collective groan from everyone present.

The teacher came out and went first. Others were left standing. They were all grinning. After passing Luna's first seat, they hit her back of the head one by one.

The girl bit her lip to restrain herself from screaming, fearing that it would only intensify her pain. The last one whispered to her.

"See you later on the rooftop, Jayson. If we don't find you there, you know what's going to happen." Mendez told with a creepy smile.

This whole class is influential. They don't care about the guidance counselor. In this classroom, they can avoid trouble, and Luna, a weak and poor student, is their target.

The whole room was silent when they left. It was only then that she screamed because of the pain. She massaged her head and quietly exited the room. She's a submissive, a total wimp both outside and inside this school.

The girl went straight to the library, where her only comfort zone was. The library is the sole location where she experiences freedom. Because she reads, her knowledge sharpens even more.

The girl was unlucky and was born poor. Poverty and humiliation prevented her from rising in life. She sighed deeply upon entering the library. Luna nodded at the old librarian, who was so used to her that he was always here when she had free time.

The silence of the place would surely kill an extrovert, but for an introvert like Luna Janus, it was heaven. She quickly grabbed the books, took a seat in the corner, and began to read.

"This is better than facing those people." Luna whispered, thinking about what would happen to her later when she started to read.

Reading was Luna's only escape from reality. She perceives this technique as advantageous for her overall well-being. This technique is the only thing that keeps her sane.

Luna Janus likes fantasy, travel and action genre books. She sees herself as a hero in the books she reads, which somehow reduces her worries and problems.

She is unable to solve her problems because numerous obstacles stand in her way. There are many obstacles to her dreams, especially her classmates, who she knows will beat her again later.

Because she can't fight back, they love to torment and torture a weak person like her. In this world, only the powerful win. The weak thrive, especially in poverty.

"I'm sure Mendez will take the lead again later." The girl whispered to herself.

She will no longer experience the peace she usually feels when she reads, possibly due to the threat posed by her peers.

Luna is bothered and nervous. She is shifting in her seat and looking around. It seems that someone is watching her, and he guesses that these are the ones who will torture her.

How many times has this happened, and does she always end up on the rooftop? She finds herself isolated, with no one available to assist her.

Indeed, the world is not fair. She is a fool to believe that there is still kindness in humans. But, no. Humanity has completely vanished from the human race. Their greed caused everything to vanish like a gust of wind.

"I'm really unlucky," Luna said to herself.

No matter how many times she wished that her suffering would somehow be reduced, nothing seemed to happen. Maybe she was born to be tortured and can only hate others.

Luna previously believed that simply being a bright student would be sufficient to propel her to the top. She was wrong, because having a powerful and wealthy family is more advantageous than having a knowledgeable one.

That's the reality she's come to terms with, and nothing can change it. It was given. This is the role of an unlawful country. No matter how many hours she reads in the library, nothing comes to her mind but the poverty and rustiness of her life.

Luna looked out the window. There were students who finished class today, but none of them entered the library. "Hypocrites." She muttered.

This school's library is just a display. Because they are rich, they don't care about what they spend. They bounce around and brag about each other.

If she were in their shoes, she would never waste her influence and wealth. She will help those who are in her position. 'How can you help them if you can't help yourself?' A part of her mind asked.

She shakes her head in disappointment. She was right. How is that? The emotional and physical damage caused by people like them hasn't even healed, and she will still feel sorry for others?

She should think for herself, especially because she will be judged again in a few hours. She could escape, but she better not. Because if he does that, tomorrow she will see them again, and her suffering will increase even more. It's better to be alone because tomorrow will be different.

Her parents also torture her, so she's used to it. Luna wished for a change, but it is not possible.

The girl smiled bitterly. She believes the change is unlikely to occur, especially given the current state of her life.

The scars and wounds all over her body were still fresh and new every day. The scars and wounds on her body did not fade, unlike the wounds in her heart and mind. Those pains will not be relieved until she gives up her own life.

When the bell rang, Luna awoke from her daze and thoughts. It's a sign that class is over. That meant Luna had to face the others' punishment after her time in the library.

"The library will be closed in ten minutes!" The librarian said loudly. She was the only one who heard it.

Luna's grip on the chair tightened as if her whole body didn't want to move. The nervousness she felt seemed to halt her surroundings' movement.

Here it is; here again is the time of judgment for her. "F*ck this life." Her jaw clenched. She looked at the librarian, who seemed bored. The librarian looked at her from head to toe, then raised an eyebrow. Luna Janus gulped.

"What are you waiting for?! Get out! I'm going to close the library!" The librarian was annoyed.

The girl did nothing but stand up and put back the book; her worries prevented her from understanding her surroundings.

Luna's knees trembled as she walked. Her steps are heavy. Every step was filled with dread of what she might taste in them. When the girl stepped out of the library, someone put hands on her shoulders. Luna swallowed.

"Don't you ever try to run away, little guy. Everyone is waiting on the rooftop. Mendez, in particular, is waiting for you." One of Luna's classmates whispered.

They hold the girl by both shoulders. Luna's suspicion was correct: when she stepped outside the library, she knew someone was waiting for her. She was not mistaken in her thinking.

"Walk normally, nerd. Don't ever do anything to get yourself hurt again." Said her classmate on the left side. Luna complied with all their demand. Luna knew they wanted to avoid suspicion, particularly with regard to the teachers who were walking.

Luna bit her lower lip. It was intense that her lips almost bled. As they walked, Luna's expected body pain was getting closer and closer.

When she reached the rooftop, she said to herself, 'Here I am again.'

The people who brought her here have confirmed her presence. Her entire class is waiting for her. They all looked down on her.