[Chapter 3]✓

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-Lee Soojun POV-

Sitting in class, I stared outside the window. The sky looked a bit cloudy and the full bloomed trees were moving due to the light breeze.

"Soojun" the voice, of the teacher made me turn my attention to the front of the class. I felt my blood rush to my head, I probably looked red.

"Yess Miss?" I said, hoping that she could repeat the question.

she sighed and put her hands on her slim waist. Her eyebrows raised, and I was sure the whole class was looking at me. Probably judging. It's like I could almost hear their thoughts, by just thinking.

"If you're not going to pay attention to my lesson, you can always get out," she said, which made e feel bad. I looked down and slowly looked up again.

"I-I'm sorry Miss," I said, and tried to ignore the little chuckles people in the class let out, even though they felt like knives piercing through my heart.

"It's okay, why don't you try to solve this exercise?" she gave me a soft smile, that made my, fast beating heartbeat slow down.

"yes." I gave her a fake smile and tried not to pay attention to the little comments people said, all my focus was now on the exercise.

.。*゚+.*.。

The slight breeze woke me back up. Opening my eyes, a black and gray mixture was now replacing the sunset, and the stars gave a perfect highlight.

Sighing, I read the written text again.

[Because you're special.] was written under [why can't I be normal.]

and under [why don't people just accept me?] was written [Because we live in a judgemental world. The people you're talking about are too dumb to realize that you're precious.].

[Don't give up on your life, life will get easier later on. Please.]

There was no name.

The writing was neat, and the text was making you feel a little better. "who is this?" I thought when I wrote another text.

[Who are you?] was now written under the last sentence, and [I'm not special, nor precious.] next to it.

A notification disturbed My thoughts, and I took my phone, after laying the white chalk next to the texts.

Stepmother: <Where are you Sweetie?>

Sighing, I put my phone away, and stood up. My footsteps, and the wind, was now the only noise keeping the silence away.

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