"She is Caitlyn friend right? yikes, girl must be the sidechick of Cairo. Why would Caitlyn even befriend her. I mean- aha, she look bland." Then aim dagger look at my place.

I sigh in my mind. They're probably talking about me and my relationship with Cairo, my best friend, Caitlyn's boyfriend.

We don't have a thing. Period.

This is just a misunderstanding. A gossip, that spread like a wildfire in the whole school and I know some of them are just made up stories like I seduce Cairo to ruin the relationship he had with Caitlyn.

I am a completely sane person, I know and is aware on what I'm doing. I don't have any motive behind my back to do that. I don't wanted to share something I know I cherish.

My face tighten as I look at their directions. Their smile dropped, faces scream horror when they see my sinister smile, plastered on my face.

If you think that I am a weakling, bitch I'm afraid, I am not.

I confidently walked right pass on them, chin upright, there were still there, watching me and gawking, froze to their spot. They're too petty, I wouldn't stoop low on my standards and engage fight with them. I am fine, as long as none of this nonsense gossip make my best friend be doubtful in our friendship, its always like that. Too bad, my friend knew me too well, she wouldn't believe this tons of trash stories.

As I walked pass them, I can't help to greet the refreshing view of the entirety of the school, I sacrifice all of my blood,sweat and tears just to enter here. And I won't let a few gossip ruin my morning to appreciate my dream school.

The pressure that my parents did to me just to enter here helps me a bit to be motivated to get right through my track. My parents personally don't like to see me failing, I mean-all parents wanted that for their children right.

Its just that, sometimes, my parent really went overboard sometime. Their rules is overbearing and strict, sometimes ruthless because they desired me to succeed and be the best of the best among all people.

I missed my teenage life.

I didn't have the chance to enjoy it.

They made me do homework everyday-even in weekends, in summer they just don't give me a break. They enroll me through various summer classes while in fact, I did great throughout my whole academic life, thanks to them- being extremely strict.

I was not happy, studying. It a exhausting and a very vicious cycle. They taste like hell that even in my worst enemy, I don't wish it to happen on them.

I check my schedule only to find out that my sub for today is in the 6th floor. Wow, they didn't tell me I need to be athletic and fit too to survive here. Well I guess I should run now, my class will start in 8 mins, and I am still on the half part of the school.

Great.

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"That's for today, don't forget to pass your critique paper after your break. We don't treat everyone here prince and princess. You need to work and strive hard to fit in here. Good luck." Ms. Summers, our first sub teacher informed us. My classmates mouth hang in air as she leave our room. When she already left, the sound of buzz filled in the room. Some are slacking, some are arguing that they're too killjoy. That this is just the first day of coming back to school yet we already have a work and a deadline to complete.

Well,, I'm not very surprised though. Given the fact that this school holds a name, they need to be more ruthless to student who were accepted in here to maintain that kind of impression once the name of school was mentioned.

Fortis Academia

They're really something.

I snapped back in reality when I hear chairs moving, half of my classmates were already leaving, some still chatting to one another. I decided to clean all the mess I have in my table. I held a paper in front of me.

My critique paper.

Due to the fact the I am used and trained to work under pressure, I happen to write my critique paper while my teacher is discussing and calling our names one by one for recitation. If you can't give her a precise answer, then say goodbye to her. She's transferring you to another teacher to help you out. I doubt that. I think the teacher who would 'allegedly' help you out would be more stricter and resolute than her. I can see through Ms. Summer eyes that she like the sight of helpless student in front her.

She's just like my parents. They only see school as a competition and numbers define how intelligent a student is. Yikes.

I planned to pass it to her now- Ms. Summers- on her office. I don't want to talk to my classmates- I wanted to, but anxiety reign in within me so I decided not to approach them. I know I would just embarrass myself

I place my bag on my shoulder and emerge from my seat to go out of the room while texting Caitlyn on my phone. She has not replied on any messages I send her since yesterday.

oh great- don't tell me she believes the gossip circulating around the whole school, like no- just no, she gotta be kidding me if she my friend choose those people around her that only knew her for a short time from me who knew her for a long time. That girl-

"HEY SLUT, I AM HERE." A loud voice bang inside of our room. Everyone movements stop as they all bowed to the girl outside the door of our room. Facing us with an irritated look and her face.

Caitlyn.

My face beamed as I gracefully turn around to welcome her with a hug. I stride my way on her as all the eyes of my classmates was just piercing through the two of us.

I didn't mind the stares, because my friend is here. I don't need their opinions anymore.

"Hey! Good Morning girl , the gossip went really over and some of them weren't even true- so how are you? Did you already-

I was cut mid-sentence when I feel the cold blueberry shake pour into my hair.

I looked at her, in shock. Don't know what to do in this times. I hear different ohh's in the crowd. Some started taking pictures, some are laughing, some started to take a video with their phones flashes on.

I just have pray that the walls would eat me just to save me to this shame.

This is downright, degrading.