Chapter 7

♡ Lauren’s POV ♡ Ignoring him, I continued to rush to the door and ran out. I'm still in my workout clothes, but I'm not going back to the locker room to change. I don't think it's safe there. When the bell rang for lunch, I decided to have lunch in the dining hall before returning to my dormitory to change. I went to the restaurant, but I had no appetite for the food at the window. To give myself enough energy to finish the afternoon, I ordered a tomato pasta. I managed a small smile and thanked my aunt for distributing the food. I once heard people say that when people start to have bad luck, drink water can plug teeth. I totally believe it now. Why do you run into people you hate so often today? Yes, I met Polly and Tracy again. They had probably just finished lunch and were carrying empty dishes to put in the sink. When I saw them, they saw me. I turned and wanted to run away. I didn't want to fight them again. But they didn't want to let me off the hook. For I soon felt someone holding my hair in a ponytail and holding me back. They quickly circle in front of me, and Tracy shouts to everyone around her as if she has discovered her latest treasure: "Wow, everybody, if it isn't the naked lady? " It wasn't really naked, okay? At least I wore underwear the whole time. I thought humbly. The crowd began to giggle, and I looked down to get away from them. Tracy's standing in my way again.” Why, freak, why do you eat so little food? You should get more protein for those small breasts.” Tracy said grotesquely as she put the rest of her half sandwich on my pasta. "Your skin is bad, too. You should take more vitamins.” Polly added, dumping her leftover salad on my plate, too. I am sure I am not as bad as they say. Do girls like to attack others with their inferior parts? At this moment, I was really angry and ready to explode. I had to put up with everything they did to me because of their family background. But my forbearance did not stop them from hurting me or showing one iota of pity. I let them do more and more outrageous things to me. So what's the point of my forbearance? "You're girls, too. Do you think it would be funny to make a video of a girl changing and distribute it? "I raised my head and looked at them firmly. They seemed shocked by my sudden response, and Polly looked around at the whispering crowd for a long time before saying, "Are you crazy? What are you talking about? How could we possibly do something like this? Do you have any proof? " "Your words and all your actions are proof that you are the only people in this school who can do such a shameful thing. I'm sure they feel the same way.” I scanned the crowd of onlookers. Polly's face was red with anger, she must have felt her authority was being challenged at school and there was no way she would have allowed this to happen. After a few seconds, she seemed to figure something out. She was walking toward me quickly in her high heels and pretending she was wobbling beside me as if she were about to fall, but Tracy caught her just in time. But as she fell, she lifted my tray so high that all the food fell on my head. "Woops, I didn't mean to.” She put her hands over her mouth in mock horror. Then she put her hand close to my ear and said with a laugh, "There is a penalty for speaking out without proof. That is the first.” I closed my eyes and felt the tomato sauce, pasta and salad dressing slide from the top of my head to my chin. I don't know who pushed me in the back, causing me to land on my face in food on the ground. I heard the heels go and the crowd go, and I seemed to satisfy them. I hate that my patience and my goodness were taken advantage of, and I hate that I didn't run up and grab that bitch by the throat. But there was nothing I could do. All I could do was pick myself up, wipe the food from my eyes and walk to the cafeteria bathroom. Looking at myself in the bathroom mirror, my tears still flowed down. After a brief cleaning of food from my hair, face and clothes, I had no desire to eat any food at all. Oh, my God, what have I done to deserve this?