It's early in the morning. I'm now walking through the school grounds towards the school building while holding my hand that had just been lashed at home by my father just because I accidentally touched my father's breakfast because I thought it was mine. During the journey from home to school, I kept a straight face as I tried my best not to look in pain and look casual. The scars of the lash on my back had not yet healed but my father had added more to my hand. I kept on trying to pull up my sleeve to cover the wound.

After arriving in class, I saw you asleep on your chair, I was surprised that my best friend who was often late had arrived at class at this very early in the morning. I then put my bag on the chair next to you and nudged your arm.

"Hey sleepy head, you're here already?" I said while smiling as i look down at her with her head on the desk and her messy hair.