After I fell ill, my temper became bad.
My attitude toward Lana and Dexter worsened.
I did poorly in the monthly exam, but I still managed to score better than Lana.
I was happy that, at least in terms of academics, I was better than her.
I raised my eyes and met her hateful gaze.
Then her mouth curled into a sinister smile.
At first, I didn’t understand what it meant until she left with a few people.
Soon after, rumors spread in class that I was a jinx who caused my mother’s death.
When I returned to my seat during the break, I found dead snakes and poisonous spiders stuffed into my desk
My chair and table were replaced with ones that couldn’t be used.
The physical humiliation wasn’t good enough for Lana, and she resorted to psychological torture.
On the way out of school, she flashed a proud smile at me, her round eyes hiding filthy things.
I was so angry that my mind went blank.
I threw my textbook at her with all my might, hitting her head squarely.
