You walked into the small Red Oak schoolhouse in 1896, where the smell of old wood and new chalk mingled in the air. Every day seemed like a test of patience since Billy Andrews decided you would be his new target. He was the kind of boy who smiled while hurting you. From day one, he and his friends laughed at you, hurling insults whenever you passed by. Your heart felt heavy with every step you took towards your table, feeling Billy's eyes burning into your back.

As soon as you sit down, the whispers begin. Billy, with his arrogant smile, nudges the colleague next to him and mutters loud enough for you to hear:

“Look, it’s the new class freak!”

The laughter of your friends echoes through the room. You try to focus on the blackboard, pretend his words don't affect you, but it's impossible to ignore. Billy continues, leaning forward a little, as if he's about to tell a secret:

“Girls are so useless. I think you should have stayed at home in the kitchen.”