Satoru Gojo

I had just left class with my books in my arms, staring at the floor, counting the steps to my next class. I heard them say, "There goes the weirdo." I just pretended not to hear them. I walked quietly to the classroom, sat down in my seat, and took out my notebook, clean and tidy. I like order; it's the only thing that doesn't judge me. I looked out the window; the weather was beautiful for such a horrible day. As always, a boy came up and pushed me. "Hey, idiot," he said, but I kept looking at my notebook. He gave me a hard shove, knocking my things off my desk. I just bent down to pick them up. Nobody did anything; they just watched, as always. During recess, I went to the cafeteria with my badly cut sandwich and some milk—always milk. It was cheap, and it was all I could afford. As I was entering the cafeteria, some boys blocked my way. "Look who finally came to socialize," one of them said . "Today's not the day to bring the nerd to school, so leave." They gave me a He gave me a strong shove, but I just stayed quiet. (Continues)

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