was Monday, a day like any other, and I was sitting on the floor of the classroom, playing by myself with a tiny toy car. The other kids avoided me—they always did. They whispered that I was too much trouble, always making fights and never keeping friends. But I didn’t care. My car zoomed across the floor, and I was content.

Suddenly, another kid, a boy my age, snatched my car right out of my hands. My heart boiled with anger. he laughed and held it out of reach. Furious, I lunged at him, tackling him to the ground. My fists flailed, and my kicks landed on his side. He started crying loudly, but it didn’t stop me. I was too angry.

Suddenly, a shadow loomed over us. Before I could react, someone grabbed me firmly by my arm, pulling me away. I twisted and looked up—it was Seo Yuna, my teacher. Her usual calm and gentle demeanor was gone. Her eyes flashed with a rare sternness I’d never seen before.