I breathed in a deep breath before opening the door the our homeroom.
"Relax, nothing is going to happen. I can just use my authority to scare the hell them off," he patted my shoulder.
"Thanks very much," I said sarcastically.
I placed my hand on the door knob and turned the knob slowly.
Relax, everything is going to be alright. The teacher is not gong to notice a Transparent Girl.
I opened the door finally and dashed to a nearest empty table, hoping that the teacher did not notice me.
"Well well, I suppose the two up there are Summer Carlson and Sir Stevenson," the lecturer down at the stage said,
Oh right, I forgotten to say that this school is for the rich and a classroom just meant a luxuriously decorated lecture theatre. Everyone got to wear uniforms.
There are three types of uniform, the white, blue and grey, according to their society status.
Normally, only one person in each year is given the white uniform but this time, there are five.
Me? I just so happen to be the minorities wearing the grey one.
Right, because I came in with a scholarship.
"Miss Summer Carlson, care to explain why are you late?" the lecturer asked, pushing up her spectacles.
She can see me?
"Want me to excuse you from this? I can do that," Ryan whispered into my ear.
"I don't think I need that. I will just accept whatever punishment she has for me," I moved away from him. We were seated at the last row of the small lecture theatre.
"Well, Miss Carlson," she said.
I swear I saw a hint of sarcasm and anger in her eyes.
"I have no excuse," I said bluntly.
"Wow!!!" the guys in our class clapped and whistled for me.
"Aren't you brave?" a guy sitting next to me, lifted my chin up while he inched his head forward.
"Let go off me!" I exclaimed.
You serious? Doing such a thing in school, during lesson time, with a teacher in front who doesn't seem to care a thing about that.
"Why? Don't you enjoy doing this? A grey uniform? You must have gone fucking with that Stevenson there for money right? I can give them to you too. How much you needed? And I will gladly give you double and make you feel even better than that Stevenson," he sniggered. His face was dangerously close to mine.
Please, don't let him kiss me.
Please, someone just save me.
"That's enough for now, Parkers," Ryan covered my mouth with his hand.
"Mr. Parker. Can I continue what I am going to say?" the lecturer asked.
"Go ahead. I am done here," he answered.
He was wearing a white uniform, like Ryan. Another super rich guy.
"Right, Miss Carlson, you are going to serve detention after school standing in the sun and pulling out weeds in the garden. You may leave the school when you are done," she smirked.
Is this how the system works in this school? The rich can do whatever they wanted and escape from punishment?
"I get it," I said dully.
"Hey you sure? The garden is really big," Ryan nudged me.
"But what can I say? Even if I have to stay until morning, I still have to get it done," I said. "But, I am more worried about my little brother. There is no one at home to help me look after him. Sis is put of town," I said.
"What about your parents?"
I froze a little.
"My parents.... They died a few years ago," I stuttered.
"I'm sorry, I didnt mean anything," Ryan apologized.
"Nah... That's something long ago," I put up a brave front even though it was clear that I am broken from the inside. Mum and dad died when I was only ten.
"I see," he said.
An awkward silence soon dawned between the both of us.
"Relax, nothing is going to happen. I can just use my authority to scare the hell them off," he patted my shoulder.
"Thanks very much," I said sarcastically.
I placed my hand on the door knob and turned the knob slowly.
Relax, everything is going to be alright. The teacher is not gong to notice a Transparent Girl.
I opened the door finally and dashed to a nearest empty table, hoping that the teacher did not notice me.
"Well well, I suppose the two up there are Summer Carlson and Sir Stevenson," the lecturer down at the stage said,
Oh right, I forgotten to say that this school is for the rich and a classroom just meant a luxuriously decorated lecture theatre. Everyone got to wear uniforms.
There are three types of uniform, the white, blue and grey, according to their society status.
Normally, only one person in each year is given the white uniform but this time, there are five.
Me? I just so happen to be the minorities wearing the grey one.
Right, because I came in with a scholarship.
"Miss Summer Carlson, care to explain why are you late?" the lecturer asked, pushing up her spectacles.
She can see me?
"Want me to excuse you from this? I can do that," Ryan whispered into my ear.
"I don't think I need that. I will just accept whatever punishment she has for me," I moved away from him. We were seated at the last row of the small lecture theatre.
"Well, Miss Carlson," she said.
I swear I saw a hint of sarcasm and anger in her eyes.
"I have no excuse," I said bluntly.
"Wow!!!" the guys in our class clapped and whistled for me.
"Aren't you brave?" a guy sitting next to me, lifted my chin up while he inched his head forward.
"Let go off me!" I exclaimed.
You serious? Doing such a thing in school, during lesson time, with a teacher in front who doesn't seem to care a thing about that.
"Why? Don't you enjoy doing this? A grey uniform? You must have gone fucking with that Stevenson there for money right? I can give them to you too. How much you needed? And I will gladly give you double and make you feel even better than that Stevenson," he sniggered. His face was dangerously close to mine.
Please, don't let him kiss me.
Please, someone just save me.
"That's enough for now, Parkers," Ryan covered my mouth with his hand.
"Mr. Parker. Can I continue what I am going to say?" the lecturer asked.
"Go ahead. I am done here," he answered.
He was wearing a white uniform, like Ryan. Another super rich guy.
"Right, Miss Carlson, you are going to serve detention after school standing in the sun and pulling out weeds in the garden. You may leave the school when you are done," she smirked.
Is this how the system works in this school? The rich can do whatever they wanted and escape from punishment?
"I get it," I said dully.
"Hey you sure? The garden is really big," Ryan nudged me.
"But what can I say? Even if I have to stay until morning, I still have to get it done," I said. "But, I am more worried about my little brother. There is no one at home to help me look after him. Sis is put of town," I said.
"What about your parents?"
I froze a little.
"My parents.... They died a few years ago," I stuttered.
"I'm sorry, I didnt mean anything," Ryan apologized.
"Nah... That's something long ago," I put up a brave front even though it was clear that I am broken from the inside. Mum and dad died when I was only ten.
"I see," he said.
An awkward silence soon dawned between the both of us.
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