"GDP, aka gross domestic product, in USA is the highest in the world, followed by China and Japan. As you can see on this chart..."

My mind drifted to the time when I first came to this school. People described me as a witch. They said my cold black eyes were a curse. Rumours were made everywhere. Yolanda, a librarian, came to me bravely despite her fears. She followed me everywhere. She told me that she's only trying to avoid the bullies as they feared to go near me. But soon we became best friends.

"Miss Kenna! Are you listening to me? What does GDP stands for? You're not going home today if you can't answer this." the teacher pulled me out from my thoughts.

I yawn loudly and stretched, ignoring her question. She roared, "Three essays today. I warned you so many times that you need pay attention to the class. Stand up! Are you even listening? How do you get high marks?" My classmates looked at me, hoping I'd shut her up.

"Gross domestic product." I murmured.

"Speak up! What did you just say?" She asked after pausing for a while.

"Gross. Domestic. Product." I replied coldly. She fliched by the hardness of my voice.

Yolanda giggled. I smiled with satisfication at the teacher. Miss Haile went back to her seat and the class continued. Yolanda gave me a thumbs up beside me.

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After class, I sat with Yolanda beside the field. Some students were playing football nearby. No one noticed us. Yolanda knew that I never like to speak in school, so she finished her lunch quietly beside. We never felt awkward when we were together. Even if no one talk.

"Bang!" A ball hit the bench beside us. I turned to check if Yolanda's okay. She smiled brightly.

"I'm fine. Just... had an heart attack. Haha." She joked.

"It's not funny." I rolled my eyes.

One of the sweaty boys came up to us and asked for his football. Yolanda handed it over and pulled me away quickly. I knew what she's doing. Anyone who go near that guy would be punched by his admirers. In other words, all the girls would hate you. We headed to our lockers, which were right beside each other's.

The popular girls walked past us and giggled loudly, afraid of not having any attentions. To me, they were the slaves of popularity. They would do anything to keep them, including, well, slapping girls in front of everyone. Yolanda told me that they're abominable. I, obviously agreed.

"Kenna! What are you thinking about? The bell just rang! Quick!" Yolanda slapped my back.

I glanced at her while stuffing books into my hands, "Okay okay. Just a second."

Well, I must say we're lucky to be in the same class all this time. And I thanked God for that.

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