The Hidden Scar

7

Going to school was probably one of my favorite things. Although there were unpleasant things, nothing was worse than Levin.

I walked expressionlessly on campus and blended in with the crowd, making me feel safe.

A few hotheads stopped me and said frivolously, "Beauty, you're Sherlyn Shaw, right? We're in the same grade."

Small-town high schools were full of gangster-like teenagers.

The whole school was like a hodgepodge. There were diligent go-getters, teenagers who drifted through life and didn't care about the future, and mischievous ones who thought they had stepped into the adult world in advance.

I looked straight ahead and pretended that I didn't hear anything.

An arrogant one stopped me and said, "Oh, you're so aloof. Why don't you change your name to Shelly, you know?"

I couldn't be bothered with these loafers.

I kept silent and changed my direction to walk away, but was stopped again.