I've never strained my neck while looking at the ground before. I'm not used to always being bent over but I can't do anything.

People's eyes are like daggers to me.

"Why is she here?"

"She shouldn't graduate, right?"

"Thick face got more grumaduate, he's not so right."

"Even diaper atlis gagraduate."

Those are just a few of the whispers I hear.

I was allowed to climb the stage somehow.

Those who bullied me in the past were given school service, they couldn't refuse because there was CCTV inside the theater room. I can see what they did to me there.

Magnus and I both met eyes. Its smile reached...