After a reprimand lasting at least five minutes, the teacher let me go. I walked down the corridor with my hands in my pockets, feeling everyone's eyes on me.
When did I become some kind of celebrity? I don't know... but with each passing day, the feeling becomes more and more depressing.
I enrolled in this school because of a promise I made to my mother, but I'm seriously thinking about dropping out. Dealing with all this is quite difficult: letters I find on my desk, blatant confessions in the corridors, stares that follow me even when I try to go to the bathroom and even in the room I was assigned. And, as if that weren't enough, the inevitable jealousy.
