October 09, 2017,

It was our turn to report for English class, the teacher said we did a good job.

At the end, we had an essay activity I made. Teacher said that I'd be the one to check it.

He passed his paper, without even looking at me much. His seatmate passed too.

He and his seatmate just copied each other's work. Every word. While I checked their paper, I gave them the lowest scores.

Then the unexpected happened. The unexpected that I've been wanting to happen for so long.

He spoke to me.

He claimed that the seatmate was the one who copied him, and that I make his score higher.

It was clear he knew I was willing to do anything for him, he probably just spoke to me just to get a higher score, he probably just used me for that.

But I let him.

I knew what he was doing and I let him. I don't regret it, though.

I'm just glad he spoke to me for once.

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I was drinking water and accidentally spilled it on his bag. He didn't see, so I just ran out the classroom for a bit.

When I came back, he asked me why I made his bag wet in an angry tone.

I just frowned, pretending not to know, and walked away.

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I was coloring a drawing of mine and I just heard him say:

“Piece of shit made my bag wet.”

I just pretended not to hear that.

I'm sorry