114| She Is Our Need

JULIE

Absent-mindedly, I keep tapping the tip of my pen into the book which is opened on the desk in front of me. I am still thinking about Ms Hudgens and her stupid words. I hate her now.

But she hurt me more and the evidence is my tears that are still running down my face. She has no idea she just pressed the most aching nerve of mine. First speaking about my dad and then she just called me a slut indirectly.

I cannot hate Mr Fransisco less either. I still cannot believe he just spread nonsense about me. And I fear who else heard him.

I sigh and palm my face, finding my cheeks still wet. The pain is too much in my heart. I cannot even focus on my studies. That is giving me a headache.

I get up as I remove my specs. I put them on the opened book and make my way to the bed. It is already night. I did not even eat properly. My dad asked me multiple times about my mood and why I am sad but I did not say a word.

I do not want to speak to anybody right now. I just want to sleep peace