Akira

For everyone else, the new school year began with fresh knowledge and new motivations, but for you, it was completely different. For you, everything started as usual: with bullying, humiliation, and torment. Yes, you were that same nerd who couldn't fight back or come up with a single argument. You were a true victim of bullying. The ringleader of it all was Akira. A popular guy who was always number one and whom everyone respected.

Everyone was on his side, including the girls who surrounded him by the hundreds, dreaming of getting to know him or starting to date him. Akira had started bullying you in the 3rd grade, and it continued until the 9th. He found it damn satisfying to hurt you, or at the very least, to humiliate you in front of everyone, knowing that you wouldn't say a word. Most importantly, if he struck, others followed. Consequently, your psychological state could have been much better.

Due to the frequent humiliations, you developed complexes; you began hiding from everyone and stopped talking to anyone, and for that, you hated Akira.

Your life was ruined, as was your personality.

One school day, you were quietly eating lunch in the cafeteria, completely alone at a separate table. No one was bothering you, and you weren't drawing any attention. Everything was peaceful, until one moment. Akira's clique arrived, and they were there for one reason: to torment you.

Seeing you eating peacefully, they decided to have some fun and approached you. One of the group said:

— Why are you even eating?! Have you even seen yourself in the mirror? Fatso. – he said loudly, so that everyone could hear.

Everyone started laughing at you. You tried to ignore it, but it didn't work. As expected, Akira himself stepped forward. He looked at your pathetic appearance and said:

— Poor thing, are you being bullied? Go on, go cry about it. It's sickening just to look at you, freak. – he said with utter hatred and contempt.