"I suddenly realized that they had colluded. The whole afternoon, when I was still sleeping at home, the class monitor had already found these students door to door and persuaded them to do this together. I was no match for the class monitor in terms of trickery. Faced with so many accusations, I, a third-grade student, had no way to defend myself, so I had to turn my attention to a boy. He was the best student and the best-looking boy in our class, and I had always liked him very much - although I didn't know what 'like' meant at that time, I was still clear about which boy I had a good impression of. At that time, I hoped that this boy could say something for me, even if it couldn't change anything, as long as he could say one word, just one word would be enough."
At this point, Bai Qing sighed deeply, "But he said nothing, just sat there and read obediently, just like every day in the past, indifferent to the world and unperturbed by fame or disgrace. I looked at him like Cinderella, surrounded by a flood of abuse, but I ignored it all, with only him in my eyes. I wondered, does he know that I was wronged? Why didn't he come to help me speak up? He is so kind, so beautiful, many girls like him."
"At this moment, a girl suddenly shouted angrily: 'Bai Qing, what are you looking at Yang Shaozhe for? You are a dirty thief, what qualifications do you have to look at him?' Yang Shaozhe was the handsome boy who was good at studying. Then this girl came over and pulled my hair, and then several girls came over to beat and kick me, saying that I shouldn't look at Yang Shaozhe. I fought with these girls and soon fell to the ground. I looked at Yang Shaozhe again through many shadows, but he was still reading a book obediently, as if he didn't hear anything outside the window. He was the prince who was high above, and I was the Cinderella who was humiliated."
"It's just that Cinderella in the fairy tale will eventually become a princess wearing crystal shoes, while I could only fall to the ground in embarrassment and be scolded and beaten by many girls. The monitor cheered beside me: 'Beat, beat this ungrateful thief!' My hair was pulled out in bunches, and my body was covered with many people's footprints... I don't know how long it took, but the teacher finally came and stopped the fight. Then began the criticism meeting against me. Many classmates stood up and claimed that I stole my deskmate's pencil. I kept saying I didn't, I didn't, but what else could I say except 'I didn't'? Of course, the teacher believed the monitor and most of the classmates. She angrily asked me to call my parents, but I stubbornly said I wouldn't, and I didn't steal the pencil. The teacher came over angrily and slapped me in the face, stepped on my feet with her high heels, and told me to get out of her classroom."
"I stood outside the classroom door for half a class, and the door was always tightly closed. I had no choice but to go home and call my mother. After my mother came, the teacher told her the whole story. My mother said it must be a misunderstanding, my daughter would not take other people's things. The teacher said that many classmates saw it with their own eyes, could they lie? Then he called many classmates out to testify, and in front of my mother, they still said with certainty that they saw me take the pencil. I yelled and rushed towards one of the classmates, and my mother quickly pulled me away. The teacher said, look, this is your daughter, she has a bad nature and beats classmates at every turn! My mother persuaded me kindly not to do it again. The teacher also said that Bai Qing should return the pencil to her deskmate and apologize publicly on the podium, otherwise he would apply to the school to expel her."
"I yelled that I absolutely wouldn't do that, but my mother held my head and cried, saying, 'We have to bear it, you still have to continue studying.' I looked at my mother with tears streaming down her face and couldn't say a word. At that time, I realized that I was not the most helpless. Even if I suffered humiliation, I could still throw myself into my mother's arms, and my mother could only bite the bullet and face it all alone. My mother took me home and talked to me all night, saying that if I was expelled, my bad record would be left in my file and I would never be able to wash it off. The next day, I stood on the podium, apologized to my classmates, then walked down the podium and handed a brand new pencil to my deskmate. The teacher said on the podium that if you turn back from your mistakes, you are a good child, and everyone should help and tolerate Bai Qing more in the future."
"Before this, I didn't shed a single tear, even when my hair was pulled out. But now, I burst into tears. Because I realized that the moment I handed the pencil to my deskmate, the memory was something that could never be washed away for the rest of my life..."
"After school, it was raining heavily outside. I went home crying. The monitor walked past me triumphantly with a group of people. Xuanxuan was beside her, as obedient as a kitten. Such a group of people, holding umbrellas, surrounded me and called me a thief. Even after all this, the monitor still refused to let me go. I rushed towards the monitor in anger, but was soon knocked to the ground by others. They beat me and called me a thief. I fell in the rain and on the muddy ground, crying in despair..."
When Bai Qing said this, she was already crying and trembling all over, as if she was in that terrible rain. I couldn't help but stretch out my arms and hug Bai Qing tightly. Bai Qing leaned on my shoulder and cried desperately: "I'm not a thief... I'm not a thief..."
I patted her back gently and said softly, "I know you are not, and godmother also knows you are not."
Bai Qing was still crying, her tears flowing down my shoulders. After a long time, she calmed down and continued, "Since then, I have become the most bullied girl in the class. No matter what I do, people will scold me. From the third grade to the sixth grade, I have lived in humiliation every day. Wang Hao, I don't have a brain as smart as yours to be able to study under such circumstances. My grades were not good to begin with, and they plummeted after that. The teachers also disliked me even more. I did nothing, said nothing, and lived like a zombie every day. I only wanted to leave here when I was in junior high school."
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