That day I was walking through the schoolyard to head to my classroom, but for some reason at that moment I felt dejected, and I could feel how different students were judging me with their looks, most of them weren't even my classmates.
Although this is supposed to be my memory, I can't remember how I got into this situation. It could be a hallucination created by the sudden explosion of corrupt energy, however, the more time I relive this memory, the more natural and correct it feels compared to most of my other memories.
After a while, I arrived at my classroom, which looked the same as I remembered, except that the classmates who supposedly always overlooked me were now all paying attention to me. The problem was that their looks were even worse than those of the students outside.
I just lowered my head timidly and with some frustration as I walked to my seat.
—How dare he show his face —a classmate whispered.