'My homework is always made, I never meet late.' That is the motto I have been living with since young, as this was something I tried to do to fit up to the ideal picture of the perfect student. Since young, I have never caused trouble nor been a part of some. You can say I am different, and I would say yes. My look, my behavior, even my styles differ from others. I was special. I am special.

Sadly it was not the good kind of special. I had locked myself in the school supply closet, as I did not want to face reality with bullies, strangers, and others. They would point at me, make fun of me, and worst. They would laugh at me in front of my face. Moreover, they never welcomed me to any group, and I do not seem to belong in one too. I was odd, strange, and out of place.

I would say I hated it. I hated myself for trying to be an idealistic student because of it. All due to the image I had created, I lost the probability of actually making a friend. On top of that, I never got to find time for my fun. I looked like a nerd, and I was one as well. I had a life based on school, homework, assignment, and the continuous cycle of the same things happening again. Every day, every year. Sometimes, I even prioritized school over my sleep. That is not good if I should say. My mind and body were drained in any possible way due to stress, school, and irrelevant thoughts.

Funny enough, something happened yesterday, and if I should have said something to it. It was not a pleasant event. This specific event happened earlier when I was on my way to school.

I was peacefully walking to school when I suddenly got stopped by a group of teenagers who wanted to show me how funny I look by making fun of me. They pointed, laughed, and took pictures of me.

I had never done anything like that toward anyone, but I have been experiencing this kind of harassment since I was little, and I hate it. Because of my look, everyone has been making fun of me. Some laughed at me as if I should have experienced this kind of treatment.

"Look at me" They imitated my look as they laughed all together.

I'm sorry for everyone who had to endure my look as I had an underbite, and my face was full of acne and acne scars. I have tried everything to get rid of my acne and acne scars, but sadly I could not get rid of them. They are forever with me but regarding my underbite. I was currently waiting for an operation to fix it. Sadly, it needed time as the queue for the surgery was far, and I was far down on the waiting list.

I just looked down when they called me out. But why would it never work the way I wanted it to be? I just wanted to be me. I did not want to be a student that was looked upon because of some manners. Nor did I wish to be looked upon for being me. I have always hated the part where I never had the guts to speak up. I would be happy if someone could speak up for me or at least notice me in class - not only when they needed me or because they wanted to ask me to do their tasks - but because I was an irreplaceable part of the community. I was a part of the class.

"Anyone there?" Someone knocked on the door as the clings of keys could be heard. The rustle of keys made me scared, and unfortunately, the person standing on the other side was my bully. His name was Jackson Yee from a famous bully group.

"Why are you all alone Y/n?" He asked me, and for once, he called me by my name. It was shocking - I could not say anything. I was speechless. Utterly speechless.

I stuttered and fumbled around as I dropped the broom, bucket and everything became chaos. I could not look up at him - not to mention his eyes. He - Jackson Yee - my bully was being sweet toward me. I never saw it coming nor imagine it at any state. I-

In class, I had always been the one who the teachers trust and love. That had eventually led to problems for me, as my classmates all hated me for doing that. But one day - one day in class, I realized no one did the same as I did. They either slept through the lesson, texted or phoned someone in the lessons, or else they played and chatted with their friends in the lessons. I had never once seen them listen in the lessons. They either skipped whenever they wanted, or they never showed up. The reason was simple - it was because they did not seem to be in the 'mood' of doing it. But why could I not? Why did I always get a 'bad' feeling for doing something like that? And if so, why did it make me feel rebellious?

I was strange... I can feel that now. I lived a life outside school that differs from my usual self in school. To say, I lived a secret life where I was a complete another person. I am an introvert and have been so since young. But this was me, and this defined me. To say it in another way, I am different, and I know that too. I like to isolate myself from the crowd to avoid attention. I prefer to be alone - with no one beside me. I often live in my world, and this was the reason why I began writing my ideas down into a story as well. To share my thoughts - to others like you.

"Let's go, Jackson! I wanna meet Roy and Karry," I hugged him as we walked to the meeting place that we promised to meet. I smiled as I looked at him. He was perfect - he is perfect.

I am lucky, and I am happy.

Here it is - this is me, and I am a little different.