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"Where do you think you're going fatty?" Jack mocked.

She didn't know why but their words always hurt her. Emma did not answer and tried to walk past him again. His other friend named Landon aka Jerk blocked her way from the left. Emma named him a jerk because he was tall and muscular but had no brain, he behaved exactly like what she named him.

"Not so fast, fatty." Jerk smiled, making Emma cringe back at his behavior.

"I'm going to be late for my class." She said confidently, she can endure to a certain limit only, and gladly they haven't done anything to extremes that could lead her to the edge.

"She talks!" Hissed Veronica the black witch. Emma named her based on the constant black lipstick on her lips. It looks horrific but lord knows why she always wore it.

"Yes," Emma answered curtly. She bit her lip and clenched her jaw at her stupidity. She's being sarcastic to them which simply means she's poking the bear with a red flag in her hands.

"Oh! She talked back to you Veronica." Jack put fire in Veronica's already heated head.

Emma on the other hand believed that the reason for her being so confident and extra edgy was because her periods were coming near.

And this could get her killed by these mannerless people.

"I didn't," Emma said in a low voice. Not wanting to irritate the ticking idiotic bombs, cause in no way did she want to bathe in noodles and pasta which they threw at her a few months ago because she complained about their bullying to the authorities. That decision of hers led them to increase their torture and not only that, the authorities warned her instead of them and even her scholarship was at risk.

"You didn't!" Veronica spat before taking angry steps toward her. She was three inches taller than Emma whereas Emma was 5'4.

"Wanna hang out with us sometimes?" Cane asked who was leaning against the wall.

"No thank you," Emma said nicely and tried to walk past Veronica who intentionally tangled her foot with Emma's, who was taken off guard and fell on the floor with a thud.

A loud chortle was heard behind her. She immediately straightened her skirt which had hiked up a little because of the fall. Without looking back for once, with tears in her eyes she ran into the girls' restroom.

Getting inside one of the stalls. She harshly wiped her tears and glared at the floor for a complete three minutes. "It's okay Em, keep your calm." She talked to herself.

She's all that she got. There's no one else to share her pain or burdens with. No soul on this planet loves her. It's just her all alone with her demons. But she was glad she had one person, her best friend.

"You're strong, ignore those bastards and bitches. They'll pay for this soon. You'll work hard and become successful. This would be the best slap on their faces." She talked to herself in a hushed voice. Trying to console her mind. Trying to manipulate herself.

Even though she appears normal and okay, only the Lord knows what goes inside her soul every single night. Those vicious nightmares eat her soul alive but she's breathing and still going, that's all that matters.

With a heavy sigh, she got out of the stall and hurriedly washed her face to remove the traces of dirt.

With a heavy heart, she walked towards her first class which was about to start in a minute, and luckily as soon as she got inside, the teacher marched inside right after her.

"Take your seats, class." Mrs. Arnold spoke and the whole class immediately settled down. Emma sat in her usual spot in the back right beside the window. Taking out her notebook she started taking notes.

Luckily no one from that gang of bullies was in this class. A little peace for her.

After three consecutive classes, it was finally recess. Time of fun for others but torture for her. One thing that scared her was the cafeteria. The incident of noodles and pasta being thrown on her head happened in that particular cafeteria, so after that incident, she avoided going there at all costs.

She has found her sanctuary in Horace Mann. An empty classroom on the top floor where barely anyone goes. The class is filled with extra desks and chairs. No one comes here so she made it her sacred place to spend the time of her break.

Plopping down on one of the cleaned chairs, she whined in irritation. The reality of not bringing food today dawned on her, making her angry but in the next second, she recalled buying a packet of chips and biscuits which she placed in her bag. Opening the front zip a beautiful smile adorned her face after finding the snacks. Looks like God hasn't forgotten her completely.

Emma ate her snacks while peeking out of the window. Strange that a few of her teachers along with the head of the authorities were standing near the parking lot and talking. She couldn't see her math teacher, Ms. Rebecca, there and she wished from the bottom of her heart that Ms. Rebecca was absent.

Within two minutes the gates opened and a sleek black Range Rover wheeled inside the gates. The glass of the windows was tinted black and in no way she could see who was in that car from up there.

The car stopped and the head of Horace Mann walked towards it followed by other teachers.

Munching on her chips she watched as the door opened and a man came out. The only thing she was able to notice was those mighty broad shoulders and black hair.

The man didn't even turn to face the head. He only nodded at the teachers before he was escorted inside by them.

Emma stared at that beautiful car for a complete minute, admiring its beauty before the bomb blasted into her mind. Next was her math class, the one she hated the most. The only subject that seemed impossible for her to understand. So many formulas, so many methods, and so many similarities.

She hates math!