I know, there is no such thing as a perfect being in this world. No matter how good someone's is, there will still be people who hate them. Although I know this fact... Why does this still hurt?

At that time, I accidentally hear my friends conversations while in the toilet. They talked bad things behind my back, and they even mocked me for being of mixed race and also for the color of my skin. And now, I could only hold back my tears as I hugged my knees on the unused second-floor stairs.