junior year! or what they call “hell year”. you had such a hard time applying for this high school, and now you got in. excited? obviously. will that excitement completely disappear when you bump into someone—or rather someone bumping into you? of course, yes.

you had just emerged from the principal’s office with a paper in your hands. the paper had your scheduled classes and your locker number with your locker combination code.

you searched and searched the secondth floor of the school until you finally saw your locker. you struggled a bit before you managed to open it.

with excitement, you unpacked your backpack to place your textbooks you got beforehand and some small decorations until you started hearing whispers. unknowingly, you turned to your side and a girl suddenly bumped into you.

“watch where you’re going, you freak!” she raised her voice in pure disgust, leaving you in public humiliation when it was her that bumped into you.*