Chapter 2
“She’s so dirty.”
My adolescent pride made me fight desperately with cold water, trying to scrub away the stains that would never come off.
But all I got was the cold, damp winter uniform, making me shiver the next day.
During that time, the one thing I feared most was walking down the hallway.
Every step I took, I felt like everyone was staring at me with judgmental eyes.
The school bullies took advantage of the moment and shouted at me, “Hey! Is your house a garbage dump?
“Why do you smell so bad?”
Then they all burst into laughter.
But there was no smell.
I was clean, only the cheap detergent scent lingered.
That’s when Calvin showed up.
With his usual emotionless face, he turned to the girl and said, “Then is your house a pigsty?”
Calvin, the top student in the school, was well–known, so when he
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asked the girl, she was livid.
“No, it’s not!”
“Then why does your breath stink?”
The girl was so humiliated, she ended up crying.
I stood there, frozen, until Calvin glanced at me and said, “Can we move now?
“I’m going to be late.”
I suddenly realized I was in his way and hurriedly stepped aside.
He walked straight ahead, not sparing me a glance.
I couldn’t tell if it was fate or just coincidence.
But from then on, I kept running into him.
The girl, still furious, went to some thugs to get back at me. Calvin, adjusting his glasses, casually threatened to call the police.
When a classmate–someone who used to boss me around–ordered me to fetch three meals, he barely said, “Disabled people have designated spots.
“If you want to feed pigs, go to a farm.”
The biased homeroom teacher pointed to a stack of test papers and cursed me.
“Someone this dumb is destined to be trash in society. I don’t understand why we waste resources on people like you. You should’ve
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been born to turn screws! A born servant!”
He was passing by.
Immediately, the teacher’s expression changed to a grin.
“Look at Calvin. he’s the kind of student who deserves the teacher’s attention. Don’t you agree, Calvin?”
Calvin stopped and looked at the homeroom teacher up and down.
“Sorry, but you don’t deserve it.”
He left the teacher standing there, wide–eyed and red–faced.
At that moment, I finally understood what it meant to admire someone.
However, the gap between the regular class and the advanced class was huge.
Luckily, I had a severe subject imbalance. My Spanish was terrible, but my math was ridiculously good.
In the next exam, I narrowly beat him by a single point in that subject.
He finally looked at me, just a glance.
And because of that, my dad made a scene at school.
Everyone gathered around to watch me fall.
They watched as my dad yanked my hair and forced me to drop out of school.
dad even dug up the secret love letters I had written, calling me
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The one I had written those letters for remained indifferent, standing in
front of the crowd.
Then, step by step, he walked toward him.
A punch was thrown in response.
The situation spiraled out of control.
The students and teachers who had been watching grew frantic.
By the time they separated us, my dad was being taken away in an ambulance.
Calvin acted like it wasn’t a big deal, or maybe he just didn’t realize how serious it was.
It was easy for them to pull him away, and he calmly straightened his uniform before looking at me and saying, “You’re smarter than them.
“Why are you letting worthless fools bully you?”
It was as if, in his tone, the people I saw every day weren’t human.
They were just pigs walking on two legs.
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