Date: Monday (unfortunately)
So… after everything that happened on Friday, William was taken to the school management.
And then came the weekend.
Honestly? It didn't even feel like a break.
I hate staying at home.
I have three siblings—and they're all annoying.
They were literally acting like they were trying to burn the house down last night.
At some point, I just sat there thinking—
I wish my school would catch fire too.
Yeah… I know that sounds bad.
But that's how much I didn't want to go back.
And then Monday came.
Of course.
I don't think anyone actually likes Mondays.
If you do… something is wrong with you.
The school bell rang, and I dragged myself to class.
Everything felt normal.
Too normal.
Like Friday never happened.
Like nothing happened.
And that somehow made it worse.
Then my homeroom teacher walked in.
With a book in her hand.
But not just any book.
Our report cards.
My heart dropped immediately.
I already knew I didn't do well.
School has never been easy for me.
No matter how hard I try, it's like I just… don't understand what the teachers are saying sometimes.
And I hate that.
I hate feeling slow.
I hate feeling behind.
I hide it, though.
I always do.
She sat down and started calling names.
One by one.
And that wasn't even the worst part.
She didn't just call names—she said everyone's results out loud.
Why would she do that?
My chest started tightening again.
That same feeling.
Pressure.
Eyes.
Judgment.
Then she called my name.
"Aoi."
Everything went quiet.
Or maybe it just felt like it did.
Because the next thing I heard…
Was murmuring.
Whispers.
People reacting.
I felt it instantly.
That heat in my face.
That sinking feeling in my chest.
Embarrassment.
I was so mad.
Mad at her.
Mad at everyone.
Mad at myself.
Why would she do that to me?
Why make me feel so small… in front of everyone?
In that moment, I hated her.
I really did.
She became the worst person in my eyes.
I walked up, took the report card from her hand without saying anything, and went back to my seat.
I didn't look at anyone.
I couldn't.
I just sat there…
Facing down.
Staring at my desk like it was the most interesting thing in the world.
I didn't want to see their faces.
I didn't want to hear their thoughts.
I didn't want to exist in that moment.
I just wanted the day to be over.
Time felt so slow.
Every second dragging.
Every sound louder than it should be.
And the whole time…
I kept thinking—Why is everything going wrong at once?
When school finally ended, I didn't wait for anyone.
I just left.
Straight home.
No stops.
No talking.
And when I got there…
I didn't even think twice.
I got rid of the report card.
Just like that.
Like if I didn't see it…
It didn't exist.
But the feeling?
The embarrassment?
The shame?
Yeah… That stayed.