The day your biology teacher called you a dunce was the day everybody knew the meaning of the word. The next day you came to school, it was boldly written on the blackboard, directly above a caricature of what you recognized as the picture on your ID. You craned to your feet as you shyly strode to your desk.

Immediately you sat down, you heard the sound before feeling the pain of the slap on your neck. You jolted and the whole class broke into laughter. "Dunce!" someone yelled from the extreme, and the laughter grew.

You Suppressed anger and petty emotions and sprang up, almost toppling the chair. You fought back hot tears that clouded your eyes, as you ran to the library- your sanctuary.

The front desk woman was always asleep, so she never saw you pace, head down, to the edge of the library. There, you would be obscured by towering shelves.
You stopped abruptly at the sight of someone huddled by the wall. This was your sanctuary! How dare whoever!

But you guessed the reason the poor girl was there, and hastily wiped your tears and rushed to her. You sat on the hard rug and you reached to hug her but she broke out and said, "Why am I a palatable, if not especially nutritious prey to the bullies?" her slender face was stained with tears. Mucus slipped down her nose and she made no effort to sniff in.

As her mouth broke open to speak again, you held a finger across your lips. "Bring it down," you spoke in whispers, "we have to be as low as possible if we must be remain here."

"I hate them!" the girl mouthed, expressing true pain. "I hate them!"

"I know, I know..." you cuddle her and felt more of her tears diffuse on your uniform. The only reason you chose the library was because the bullies never wandered in there. In the year you went there, you inadvertently cultivated the habit of reading. In one of the book, you read that 'the world is like checker; an alternate of White and Black...Day and Night...Good and Evil...Angel and Demons...Predators and Prey... Bully and the Bullied...God and Devil. It alternates its self.'

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