"hey fattie, outta of the way." i heard a guy's voice and then before i knew it i was pushed aside, resulting into me almost tripping and landing flat on the floor. luckily enough, i managed to hold onto one of the desks.

i heard a few chuckles and laughs from the other students and i looked away, deciding to ignore it. there was harshness in his voice, followed by disgust as if he had come across the most disgusting thing on the planet. he had pushed me out of the way as if i was a piece of garbage in the middle of the sidewalk. was i really that irrelevant? was i really that disgusting?

i looked around the class, spotting their group, eyeing me and laughing at one-another. i just looked away in shame and sat in my desk, deciding to stay there until the day ended.

our math teacher left the class. it meant we had five minutes free time before we would move on to the next period. i let out a sigh in frustration, face planting onto the desk.

jennie gave me a small smile. she was one of the popular kids, yet she was one of my closest friends. we had met a few years ago during art class. it was a class i took across from my school. i always thought i had talent in drawing and my parents enrolled me there right after seeing my sketches.

i loved it when my pencil glode against the rough surface of the drawing paper, when my brush was dyed in colors and when my wrist would freely move against the canvas. if that class taught me one thing, it would be expressing myself and not being afraid to take chances and make mistakes - because sometimes, mistakes can be beautiful too.

"you okay?" she asked.

i gave her a small nod. "just tired."

"me too, girl, me too." she agreed before standing up and walking past me. i already knew where she was heading to, without having to look back.

i lift up my head from my desk and decide to stare out of the window instead, trying to keep myself occupied.

"hey, jisoo!" i hear a guy's voice call and i turn my head. "how much do you weight girl? cause goddamn." he says, his voice going high pitched at the goddamn as if to mock me. i hear laughs echo in my ears and suddenly almost everyone in my class is smiling, lips parted, teeth into view, their chests moving up and down as they laugh. the laughs get louder and i quickly turn around, placing my hands over my ears to block them. my head starts to ache, my vision is suddenly blurry and i can barely breathe. i hear laughing everywhere, the same stupid question ringing in my head.

how much do you weight?

"jisoo!" i hear my best friend call out to me and suddenly her hands are on my shoulders, shaking me.

i look up at her, feeling something glide down my cheeks. the look chaeyoung gives me, is one of sorrow and pity. i can tell she feels just as bad. i know she wants to stand up to them, but she's just as weak as i am.

my hand moves up automatically and i touch my cheek. it feels foreign and wet under my fingertips. i move my hand away and stare at the single drop of water as it leaves a trail down my finger and finally lands on my history book.

i was crying. . .