POV Jennie

I woke up, as usual at 4:30, to have time to do housework before school. Yesterday I fell asleep quite late, and this affected my morning state.

Rubbing my eyes, I slipped from my bed and heated briskly walked into the bathroom. After washing, I quickly put on my battered school uniform and left the room. Our house was small. Not even so. He was small, but for me and my mother it was cozy. And we did not need more.

Now she was sleeping, and I did not wake her up. I know, she will swear that I woke up before her, and even breakfast I'm going to cook myself. But I still continue to do this every day, because I know that it is hard for her because she often gets sick. So yesterday she had a fever, and I barely made her go to bed and made hot tea for her.

Until recently, my mother worked in a restaurant and received so little money for it that we barely had enough to live. But soon she was fired from there, for allegedly a large sum of money was missing from the cash department, and everything was blamed on her mother. Although there was another woman working there who did not like her colleague and constantly tried to humiliate her. And I understand that this is her handiwork. And she (woman who worked with my mother) just dumped everything on an innocent person(my mother). Mom's boss knew that we do not live well, that's why he believed her (words of a woman). Only a poor woman can come to mind stealing money. But my mother in life did not take anything stranger and never intended to take. Yes, she would rather get sick, overworked only to earn a penny for the family than anything to steal.

Quickly cooking eggs, I heard the doors of the room creaked, and my mother entered the kitchen. Pale, with dark circles under her eyes, in her home clothes, but with a warm smile on her face. It seems she has grown thin even more.

-Jenny-yaa, well, why did you wake up so early? You need to get enough sleep before the school - a bit sternly, but at the same time she turned to me softly, coming to the kitchen table.

-Why did you get up, Mom? You were bad yesterday. Go get some more sleep, - I answered, not taking my hands from the frying pan.

- Nothing wrong. It's all over now. Only my head aches a bit, but I'll have a pill right now - my mother said wearily and went to the table, crouched behind a chair.

-Do you often have a headache? Maybe, it is necessary to address to the doctor? - I look at her worriedly and put a plate on the opposite side with a modest breakfast.

- I already was recently. The doctor prescribed me the pills, so everything's fine, do not worry, "she smiled softly, patting me on the arm, but suddenly her look darkened." What is it? " - seeing the bruise on my wrist, her eyes widened.

I hastily covered the area skin with clothes and walked away.

-Nothing, I fell in the gym-I smiled weakly.

- How so? You need this to the doctor, not me.

- No, Mom. I was examined at the first-aid post. Everything is already good.

In fact, no one ever examined me. I did not want to tell my mother what things were happening to me at school. She would only once again be scattered, and she now does not need it. We already have a hard time.

-Mom, promise me that you'll go to the doctor once more, okay? - I told her seriously.

-Well, my daughter, I'll go,-she smiled faintly, and we set about breakfast. -But first you need to find a new job. I looked in the newspaper, I think I can settle in one restaurant.

- Mom, better, do not look for work in restaurants? - I grimaced, - Suddenly they will accuse you of something else, in which you are completely not to blame. Only an extra hassle. So I grow up, I'll go to university, I'll learn, and we'll get rich. Just wait a little, okay? - I told her in all seriousness, why my mother smiled again.

- OK dear.

There was still a lot of time before school, so I washed the dishes and decided to take a walk in my favorite park.

At such a time there was completely empty, and for me it was the best time to walk alone. So sitting on the bench, I took out my diary and decided to write in it, something about the beginning of today. Yes, I have been keeping a diary for a long time. Almost from the age of ten I write down everything about my life there. And, to be honest, it makes me feel better when I "say it" to my favorite notebook. Because there is no one else to talk about their problems. I'm not used to complaining to my mother, and besides her I have no one else. And at a time when I'm sad and bad, and there are so many moments, I sit down somewhere in a secluded place and start pouring out my soul.

Today's morning has passed, as usual, but I'm very worried about my mother's health. Every day she is weaker, but says she goes to the doctor. It seems to me that she does not really do it. Why does she not care about herself? I do not want her to feel bad ...

Writing down everything that happened with me in this morning, I heard voices behind me, some girls sat down on the bench and began to talk. But the voices were familiar, and I turned my head. It turned out to be those whom I most do not digest. Lalisa and her friends. Why are they here so early?

-How's Jisoo doing?" Does she have any news? - asked one of the girls with a faked experience.

-She is already on the mend. Today I'm going to visit her- answered the blonde, without even glancing at her friends. They also chattered about JungKook and lost memory, but I did not hear anything.

Pooh! then that Jisoo comes back, does not please me. And in general, it's time to leave until they noticed me.

I got up from the bench and quietly, but quick steps disappeared behind the trees. Having run away from the park for a decent distance, I went out on some narrow street. Ahead was a gang from our school. Tae Hyung, Yoon Gi and all the others, as usual smoked on the way to school. They would not come across either, so I hurried to step aside, when suddenly my gaze shifted to the girl standing next to Tae Hyung. He talked to her and tried to snatch something from his hands. As usual, he pestered someone ... Nothing new.

I sighed wearily and, in my mind, felt sorry for the girl, I headed to a place I hated, called "school."

After I entered the class, there was a standard procedure. A bucket of water on the head. Well, that's not complete. Although at this thank you.

While I was standing, with my head down, so that the water from the hair of the glass to the ground could be heard everywhere from the cackle and applause.

-Take everything here before the beginning of the lesson,-the head of the Namjoon class dropped casually to me, leaving the classroom, pointing to the puddle underfoot. -So that the teacher does not yell then, okay?

I was silent. however as always. I put my head down and said nothing. I tried not to look at anyone, not to hear a terrible laugh.

"Oh, dear Jenny is already here? What, are you taking water procedures? - On the horizon, Lisa and the other girls appeared. They threw me a mocking glance and, passing by, poked their foreheads in turn, causing me to backfire each time until I fell, hitting the fifth point painfully.

Sitting on the cold floor, completely wet and humiliated, I found the strength not to cry. Ahead of the corridor, the guys from the class appeared. To be more precise, Taehyung, Yoongi and Jungkook. They walked, chatted and laughed out loud.

-Jimin threw the ball so hard that he nearly broke my hand. - YoonGi muttered in displeasure, showing his friends a dirty palm. -I'll ever hit him for stupid tricks."

- What did he do? - Tae chuckled.

- He gave me the ball, before that, having rolled it in the mud. What should I do with this? -He pointed at his hand and looked around in displeasure, probably trying to find what to wipe.

When the guys were already close, I hurried to get to my feet and collect the scattered things from the bag. Seeing me Taehyung, he only grinned mockingly and passed by. But he managed to touch my notebook, which I was about to pick up, but it flew to the end of the corridor. Yoongi having noticed all this, hurried to me, but being nearby, stopped and scowled.

- Oh, they poured you? - as if nothing had happened, he asked, touching my form. I silently watched him expecting what he would do. "Fine, just in time." After a moment's silence, he put his hand to my skirt and wiped his dirty palm, slightly lifting it, with an absolutely calm and concentrated expression on his face, then for a moment looked On me and hurried to class.

I lowered my head and looked at my dirty skirt, sighed convulsively and quickly removed the stuck hair from my face. I bent down and continued to collect things, until someone decided to hang on to me. But I bent down and noticed that someone had come up after all. I did not hurry up and went on with my work, when suddenly the stranger bent down and sat down beside me, forcing me to look at him. It was Jung Kook He handed me the same notebook that Tae had thrown back to the end of the corridor, and sighed heavily. Jung Kook looked at me with some pity in his eyes. Sometimes he helped me in such situations, as now, trying to show kindness and compassion. Although he showed this kind of help is not very noticeable, but I thought that it was just his upbringing. It was this that differed from his friends. But I think if he was not wealthy and did not have a reputation as an "elite student", he would not have helped me in my life.

-Thank you, - quietly, like a mouse, I answered, hurriedly stuffing things into my bag, and not even looking at the brunette.

Jung Kook said nothing and entered the classroom.

"Oh my God, Jenny, what's wrong with you?" Next to me stood the teacher Pak and looked at me with wide eyes. I just smiled weakly at him and immediately stopped, bowing with a stony face. He is probably the only person I can smile at this school. The teacher always supported me, and precisely because of his approving words, I tried not to worry much because of the bullying. Classmates often came from the teacher for the way they treat me. And because of this, they hated me even more. Especially girls. Since the teacher Pak was ... pretty pretty and a young teacher, and some of the girls he was very fond of. And when he was strict with the children and started lecturing because of me, they only frowned and translated killing glances at me, while assuring the teacher that this will not happen again. But no. It will repeat. Always repeated. It seems that this nightmare will end only after I get out.

-Jenny, did they pour water on you?"- concerned, asks the man, looking me from head to foot.

-It's all right,-I answered, trembling in a low voice, with my head lowered.

-Tell me who did this, and I'll punish him.

-No, really ... do not- she shook her head hastily.

The teacher sighed and twirled a pile of papers in his hand.

-Jenny, we've already talked to you about this, remember?-I nodded uncertainly. -I'm not forcing you to make friends with them, but I only ask of you. Try to change a little. Become more self-confident, more talkative, sociable. And you can fight back. You will see, soon everything will change, - the teacher slightly attached me, and together we entered the classroom with the disapproving glances of classmates.

All joyfully greeted the teacher and bowed, while still pushing my elbows while I passed between the rows to my last desk. Sitting in its place, I took out a towel from my bag (I was wearing it specially for such cases) and began slowly wiping my hair and face.

I was sitting alone and this was the only thing that pleased me in this class. But no. I'm also happy when there is silence in the class, nobody gets me, and I can concentrate on work. I loved to learn, but sometimes it was impossible to do.

Now the class was less relaxed. Master Pak began his lecture, under which Namjun, our headman, was drawing something in his notebook. The Lisa and her friends, as usual, were staring at the teacher and seem to have filled all their textbooks with saliva. JungKook sat with what seemed to me a slightly saddened expression and, with his hand on his chin, stared out the window. It's probably because of Jisoo. Oh. It is better not to think about it now.

I crooked and turned my head forward and collided with the bright top of Suga, almost lying down on a chair and typing something in the phone. He was sitting right in front of me, and this is another reason for my nightmarish school life. There was not a day without his jeers and jokes over me. To my surprise, he was quite calm now and did not seem to notice my existence at all, which I was very happy about. Now you can concentrate on the lesson.

-As you have probably heard, your classmate Kim Jisoo has recently woken up and is already recovering,-the teacher reminded. -Does anyone want to visit her?

The class fell silent, and everyone looked at each other. After a few seconds of silence, Lisa exhaled noisily, sniffed in displeasure and raised her hand.

-Do not worry, sonsen-nim,- she turned to the man with a slight smile. -I'm going to visit her soon.-She paused and looked at JungKook. -Together with Kooke. I'm sure she will be delighted with us, -the brunette looked at her with a slightly surprised look, obviously not expecting such an offer, and the blonde again looked at the teacher and smiled and tucked a lock of hair behind her ear, sparkling her eyes. Yes, this girl knew how to attract the attention of the opposite sex, but at the same time she was unapproachable and proud. Only sometimes she was given a cunningly in love look when she looked at the teacher. She was still that damned wretch.

-All right, Lisa. I'm sure she's waiting for you. Jin, when will she be discharged?

-I think it will be soon -Jin smiled languidly. A tall, broad-shouldered guy who, I think, was one of the most normal in this class. He was the complete opposite of his sister.

-All right-the teacher nodded. -Now let's begin the lesson.Who wants to go to the blackboard and tell us about the homework? - the teacher broke away from his notebook and looked up, carefully examining the quiet class. Each squeezed his head in the shoulders, turning into turtles, and bent over his desks.

- Okay, I see enough people. Let's start with ... - the teacher hesitated, looking at the magazine with the names. It seems everyone held their breath, - ... Kim TaeHyung.

The guy who had been sitting nearby, and smiling with Jimin was silent, frowned and hissed.

- Aish, sonsen-nim, well, what are you, eh?- He snorted.

- Something is wrong? -The teacher smiled cunningly.-Maybe, instead of a homework, will you tell us something more interesting? For example, why to you with Mr. Jimin, who, incidentally, yesterday received two, the whole lesson giggle?

-Uh, do not remind me.- Jimin, too, was sad.

- So that? Why did you laugh, I ask?

-Teacher Pak,- Taehyung grinned suddenly. -If we tell you, it'll be a story marked 18+,- replied Taehyung, and they rejoined Jimin again, and the rest of the class smiled. And only I hopelessly shook my head, again buried in the textbook.

-It would be better if your vulgar thoughts, guys, were quickly replaced by thoughts about the future. About exams, for example. Choice of profession.

Here, in such moments I completely agree with the teacher.

Teacher, we do not like to think about serious things,- Hoseok joined the conversation.

-Do you like girls?

-Of course!- Tae and Hoseok stretched at the same time, and everyone laughed again. And only one Yoongi still sat and silently chewing gum, buried in the phone under the desk.

- Min Yoon Gi, spit out the cud and remove the phone, - the teacher noticed him and immediately switched from one conversation to another. He always had a keen eye. Yoongi sighed in displeasure. I lifted my head and looked at him. He pulled out a piece of paper from the notebook, spit out the cud, crumpled it, turned to me and threw it, hitting directly into the forehead.

-Throw it out- he said shortly, turning his back again.

-YoonGi!- the teacher said sternly to him, burning his eyes. Min sighed again, snatched a lump of paper from my hand and, having risen, approached the trash can and threw it away.

- Well, now we will continue. It seems that today our Taehyung is too excited for the lesson- said the teacher, and everyone again giggled. And Tae stretched himself quite enough in the chair and grinned.

-So let him be the one who can really answer. Jennie, please, - he nodded to the board and looked at me.

I got up and slowly went to him, head down. Everywhere suddenly there were quiet laughs, but I did not pay attention and just walked until I stopped next to the teacher.

-Write on the blackboard the diagram we studied yesterday, please,- the man asked, writing something down in the school magazine, and I immediately began to do what I said until the quiet laughter turned into a loud one. "Oh, well, that's it," The teacher shook his head at my back, and I immediately began to turn around to see too. Behind me something was glued, but I could not reach, and the class continued to laugh. The teacher got up and helped get rid of a piece of paper on which it was written in huge letters "pour me completely."

- Does it give you such a pleasure? - the teacher shouted and all of a sudden fell silent, lowering his head, - go on Jennie, - he smiled at me, and I again turned to the board.