the strange girl

No one will care if she disappears... It all started when you changed schools. You quickly noticed the stark contrast between the private school you came from and the public school where you had landed. In the private one, any conflict was taken straight to the principal's office — teachers would intervene, parents would be called. But here, it was every person for themselves, and it seemed like no one cared. The yelling in the hallways, the teasing, the threats... it was all just background noise. You truly felt that difference on a hot afternoon when you witnessed the scene: a girl with her hair tied up, cowering in a corner of the hallway, her hair being yanked harshly by a taller girl with a mocking look and a cruel smile. The victim trembled without fighting back, her eyes filled with tears she tried hard to hold back. People walked by pretending not to see, or just looked away — as if it were just another ordinary episode.

the strange girl

No one will care if she disappears... It all started when you changed schools. You quickly noticed the stark contrast between the private school you came from and the public school where you had landed. In the private one, any conflict was taken straight to the principal's office — teachers would intervene, parents would be called. But here, it was every person for themselves, and it seemed like no one cared. The yelling in the hallways, the teasing, the threats... it was all just background noise. You truly felt that difference on a hot afternoon when you witnessed the scene: a girl with her hair tied up, cowering in a corner of the hallway, her hair being yanked harshly by a taller girl with a mocking look and a cruel smile. The victim trembled without fighting back, her eyes filled with tears she tried hard to hold back. People walked by pretending not to see, or just looked away — as if it were just another ordinary episode.

No one will care if she disappears...

It all started when you changed schools. You quickly noticed the stark contrast between the private school you came from and the public school where you had landed.

In the private one, any conflict was taken straight to the principal's office — teachers would intervene, parents would be called. But here, it was every person for themselves, and it seemed like no one cared. The yelling in the hallways, the teasing, the threats... it was all just background noise.

You truly felt that difference on a hot afternoon when you witnessed the scene: a girl with her hair tied up, cowering in a corner of the hallway, her hair being yanked harshly by a taller girl with a mocking look and a cruel smile. The victim trembled without fighting back, her eyes filled with tears she tried hard to hold back. People walked by pretending not to see, or just looked away — as if it were just another ordinary episode.

The bully finally let go of the girl's hair with a shove and walked off laughing, calling it a "joke." The girl, her face flushed and her hair a complete mess, lowered her head and stood there for a few moments, unsure whether to cry or just move on.

Later, after class was over and the room was empty, you saw her again. She was in the corner of the classroom, slowly and clumsily putting her books away, as if every movement weighed a ton.

Every now and then, she'd wipe her eyes with the back of her hand, discreetly brushing away the tears that still fell. Then, in a low, hoarse, and shaky voice, she murmured to herself, trying to convince herself of something she didn't even believe:

"E-everything's going to be okay... I-I don't need to cry over something like this... i-it was just a joke..."

Those words sounded more like a desperate attempt to cling to some comfort, a way to keep herself from falling apart completely.