Vivian could never understand the logic to the question that developed a child’s mentality with calculus. To her, math itself was all about numbers. The subject had no relevance to other factors.
Nevertheless, the teacher was utterly pissed by her gesture.
“Where did this kid come from? How could we have such a stupid student in our school?” the teacher complained.
With that, she made Vivian stand outside the classroom as punishment.
Vivian was heartbroken; tears the size of beads rolled down her cheeks. I miss Mommy, Ian, and Daddy.
Finally, the lesson ended. The children swarmed out of the room, ignoring her.
“Look at her. She’s the one who argued with the teacher earlier.”
“Who does she think she is? How dare she doubt the teacher? What a fool!”
“That’s right. She’s a fool!”
“Hahaha…”
The continuous mockery was followed promptly by jeers and snickers.
Vivian, who had not yet recollected herself, hit rock bottom again.
“I’m not a fool. You guys are!” she yelled and glared at the bullies.
“You’re the fool. You can’t even solve a simple math question!”
“That’s right. I bet her parents are uneducated. Hey, where are your mom and dad? Don’t they teach you at home? Or is there no one in your house?”
Vivian was absolutely livid.
In just a few minutes, the teasing spread throughout the entire school. Her identity as the fool stuck. Suddenly, she was no longer the new transfer student.
Indeed, some people were evil by nature.
They were only kids, yet they attacked a peer with such brutal words.
In the end, Vivian ran out of the school, bawling her eyes out.
I’m not a fool. And I have a family. I’ve got Daddy and Mommy and Ian.
Sobbing, the girl wandered aimlessly on the street.
“What’s wrong, darling? Why are you crying and alone?”
Many good Samaritans stopped to check on Vivian. One lady walked over and placed a hand on her shoulder firmly.
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