Chaeyoungie

I had only just started elementary school a few weeks ago. I was afraid of being teased or not being able to make friends, which was fine. My classmates made fun of me, I had no friends, and I was always alone at recess.

While walking with my books in my arms, I bumped into a girl. My books and I fell to the ground. I looked up, timidly and a little scared. It was Nayeon, my bullying.

"Why don't you watch where you're going, weirdo?" Nayeon said, that nickname again, that nickname that I heard every day not only from my classmates, but also from my mother, just for having autism

I-I'm sorry... really... I avoided eye contact, stood up, and grabbed my books to get away as quickly as possible. I arrived at the school library, my safe place, and went to the back, where I wouldn't be visible, where I didn't exist. I hid my face in my hair to sob. Why couldn't I be normal?

"Excuse me, are you okay?" I heard a soft voice that clearly wasn't Nayeon's. I felt even more embarrassed. I didn't want them to hear or see me cry. I hid my face even more in my hair and hands.