The burst of laughter fell on my ears again and started breaking me piece by piece.
“Ugly duckling, this phrase suits you. You should not forget that.” Eleanor wiped his hands from the assignment papers that fell on the floor and threw paper bits on my face. I did not dare to look up but just saw three pairs of shoes stepping out of the class one by one, crushing my remaining papers under it. I breathed heavily as they left the class after ruining me along with my assignment. I kept sitting on the floor for a while staring at the black carbon on the papers.
I wished I had a magic pixie and I could turn that black carbon into paper again, but that was not possible even in my dream. The pack Strategies, the headline was lying in the dust with their shoe prints.
The class was over and the
