8:00 am.
That was the current time.
Class originally starts at 8:25 am.
Today is my second day here at the academy and hopefully it will be less brutal than yesterday.
This morning my mom yelled at me and said that I looked like a sheepdog for having my pink bangs cover my forehead, so she forced me to push my bangs out of the way, exposing my insanely large forehead. She then proceeded with giving me this silky red ribbion to wear like a headband in my hair, the bow part could be seen on the top of my head. It looks cute on me; however, that doesn't change the fact that I'm also immensely frightened to see my bullie's reaction towards them seeing my shiny, outrageous forehead in full view again. I had to force myself to go to school this morning and to not pretend to be sick for once. At least today I looked a little decent; I was even wearing this really pretty light-green dress with long sleeves too. It also had this cute white cloud-looking design on the bottom left corner of my dress. My mom says that my dress matched perfectly with my eyes and made them stand out more, making them look more fuller and vibrant. Maybe they'll like me today since I look a little more decent? ... Doubt it.
...
Right now I'm nervously walking the halls of the academy and I was so nervous that my whole body was trembling. I wanted to get to class early so no one would glare at me or make rude comments when I enter into the room. Yesterday the moment I walked into class, I immediately got bombarded with insults and today I'm going to avoid that because the classroom would be vacant, empty when I arrive into it this time. Hopefully.
Although, remembering about what had happened yesterday, I don't think arriving to class early would make that much of a difference when it comes to people insulting me.
But...
I've got to try to endure as much as I can.
...
Sighing, I cautiously entered into the classroom and I felt relief enter me once I saw that the classroom was empty.
A small smile formed across my lips and I sat down in a random seat located on the left side of the room.
Sadly though, I knew this happy feeling wouldn't last so long once the other kids would come into the room and the exact thought frightens me so much.
My smile soon turned into a frown.
Wow, just the exact thought even causes my temporary happiness to vanish at an instance...
Am I really that afraid of them?
I mean, it's not so much the adults or boys who make me so scared...
It's... It's those girls.
Those mean, horrible girls.
They hate me so much.
Just thinking about how much they hate me makes me feel like crying-
Footsteps.
I then heard footsteps from behind me.
I froze and my heart literally jumped out of my chest for a second.
The sound of the footsteps kept growing louder and louder.
Then...
Silence.
Nervous, I slowly turned around to see that same quiet boy that I saw yesterday with the jet-black hair and I flinched in surprise as the color of ketchup began spreading all throughout my cheeks.
Gosh, why the heck am I even blushing right now? I'm such an idiot!
As expected, he didn't even give me the time of day and the boy only stared at the blackboard while scowling.
His midnight eyes were so fierce.
Without warning, he abruptly caught my gaze and narrowed his eyes in suspicion at me.
Alarmed, my jade eyes widened in absolute fear as my entire face flushed of rosy-red, and I swiftly whirled around to resume back in my previous position in my seat, now feeling outrageously mortified.
My wide eyes were now glued to the blackboard and fear was immobilizing me completely. I wouldn't dare to look back at him and my body felt so stiff as anxiety began to visit my stomach, even causing my palms to grow sweaty.
For a few seconds, I was holding my breath because I was scared to even breathe, and I then finally exhaled.
"Yo."
His sudden voice made my heart jump in mere fear and I couldn't help but gasp.
I felt frozen.
Was...
Was he really talking to me just now...?
Am I dreaming?
Ah, I-
"Don't act like you didn't hear me..." he muttered annoyed.
Instantly, I jumped in my seat and frantically turned around to face him.
"A-Ah! S-Sorry... Um... U-Uh..." I blabbered pathetically, my voice sounding so timid, which I hated, and I tried not to frown.
I was so embarrassed that it felt as if my cheeks were on fire.
Geez...
"Look, don't be here like this every morning. It will be annoying."
His voice was so cold but...it somehow made me want to melt at the same time.
Wow, I'm such a weirdo.
No wonder no one likes me...
I frowned as my heart started to sink and I looked at him with my sad eyes. "Oh um... B-But... I just don't want anyone-"
That's when we both suddenly heard voices that horrified me so much...
"HEY FOREHEAD!"
"WHOA! Everyone make room for the HUMONGOUS FOREHEAD!"
"Heh. Wow, looks like she didn't transfer to another academy after all."
"Tch. I wonder why her parents would let her dye her hair pink like that... Or maybe she's really just a freak? Yeah, probably that!"
"Why the heck is she even here? No one WANTS her here!"
"And the heck?! Why is she looking at OUR Sasuke?! OUR SASUKE-KUN!"
"WHAT?! THAT BRAT!"
Those girls.
Those mean, mean, MEAN girls.
Those were their cruel words...
I felt the tears piling up in my emerald eyes and I tried not to cry, I really did.
They suddenly circled around my seat and I held my breath once again, too scared to even breathe.
"Pinky, who do you think you are? Trying to talk with OUR Sasuke-kun?! You're crazy!" one of the girls hissed and she adjusted a hand onto her hip. "Just go back to whatever bubblegum factory you came from, you freak! No one wants pink haired losers with ginormous foreheads at our school! You-"
"Get lost."
Innocently, I turned around to see the boy glaring at the girls and his eyes looked so fierce that it was terrifying.
His voice was so harsh while so cool at the same time...
Mouths being agape, the girls gasped loudly and they all twitched in anger.
"B-But...! SASUKE! We're only looking out for you! We-"
"I said, get LOST."
Once again, the girls all gasped, then huffed in defeat, and went to their assign seats.
There was a long silence.
Stunned, I couldn't believe that someone had actually stood up for me and I just felt so...shocked.
I hesitantly looked at the boy and flashed him a tiny but shy grin.
"Um... Thanks..." I whispered bashfully and I felt myself blushing slightly.
"Hn. Don't say thanks. I just didn't want to be annoyed..." was his response, his voice sounding so mean while cool at the same time and he avoided my gaze.
I just sheepishly nodded as my tiny grin remained and I turned around in my seat, now facing the blackboard.
I then mentally gasped.
Sasuke...
Sasuke?!
Is that what they called him earlier?
So, that boy's name is... Sasuke.
What a nice name...
. . .
One hour later...
Sasuke and I didn't talk again in class.
During class, girls would glare at me while they would laugh silently and they would also pass me notes that would say hurtful things towards me.
I just tried to focus on our Sensei's lesson and instructions.
Which I did pretty well.
I practically memorized all the important information that our instructor had said and was constantly repeating all the info in my mind.
It's weird but...I kind of like learning and studying.
A Bookworm would be a better name for me, I guess.
It's way better than being called Forehead all of the time...
...
It was now recess and all of the kids were playing outside on the playground.
Except for me...
I was sitting by myself on the swing set and was looking at the ground with a frown.
Suddenly, someone had forcibly pushed me from behind and I immediately landed on the ground.
I squeaked in fear as I felt dirt tickle my skin while it also stained my light-green dress and I landed flat on my stomach.
Cringing, I reluctantly turned around to see who had pushed me and I flinched in complete fear at seeing that it was the group of girls that hated me so much...
My sad eyes trembled.
Why...
Why do they hate me?
"YO PINKY!" one of the girls yelled venomously and she then violently pulled on my short pink hair from behind.
I tried not to scream but I couldn't help it.
...I let out a faint scream.
Trying to endure the pain, I closed my eyes and tried not to scream even more by biting my lip.
"Why is your hair pink, huh? Trying to get attention? Tch. You probably are! How pathetic!" one of the girls yelled, obviously disgusted.
"Yeah, you little pink haired brat! Don't think you're better than us just because you have pink hair, you're not! Got that? And your forehead is so big and UGLY too! Ugh...EW! AND HOW DARE YOU MAKE OUR SASUKE HATE US! YOU'RE GOING TO PAY!" the girl pulling on my hair stated bitterly, her voice full of pure hatred and she tightened her grip on my bubblegum-colored hair.
I cringed as my trembling eyes refused to open, for I was too terrfied to open them, and I bit my lip even harder.
In the background, I heard the other girls chuckle at my demise and I felt so embarrassed.
Gosh, I wish I had the strength to fight back, but I don't.
I'm too scared, I'm too much of a darn coward...
"Leave her ALONE!" a voice suddenly yelled.
I slowly turned around to see the...
...the boy with the broken sad smile...