She was different too.

As she entered the classroom, the new classmates stared at her.
She could also feel the glare of the maths teacher in her back.

Her face turned into a deep red color and her cheeks were burning like fire. Why are they looking at her in that way?
Minnie looked down her body and stared at the armrest of her wheelchair.

Why are people that mean? Why are they doing this to her?

She tried hard to not get choked up, until the teacher finally spoke to her.

"Welcome in our class, new student. Will you tell us your name?"

His voice sounded friendly, but his eyes were resting on the wheelchair sceptically.
She took a deep breath, before she shyly began to talk.

Her name was Minnie, she told them.
And she was 16 and moved to the town with her family a week ago.

Then she stopped talking and spectated every single student in the class. Most of them seemed to be really confident, cool and they all gazed at her chair as they could let it explode only by watching it.
All except one boy, who was sitting in the left front. He didn't seem to notice her or the teacher at all. In his neat shirt he looked like her grandpa, when he was in school. His head rested in his hand and he was focused on a little insect, that was crawling on his desk. He was sitting in the front alone, he seemed to have no friends at all.

Somehow she knew how he felt, she had been through the same things.
On her old school people bullied her because of her shyness, weakness and the wheelchair. She lost all her friends, since the accident that forced her to sit her whole life in a wheelchair.

They gave her the feeling, that she is worth nothing. She wanted to get away from them, so she changed the school with hope for a new beginning.

And now she saw that little boy in the front, who reminded her of herself, and lost the hope she could be in this class without being bullied. If he did not make it, and he didn't even have a wheelchair, how should she find friends here.

"Please sit next to Jungkook!"

The teacher's command startled her and she followed the direction of his pointing finger with her eyes. And her eyes stopped at the left corner in the front, where a lonely boy was sitting, as lonely as she here in the wheelchair.

She was different too.