My invisible scars

3. Bullied In the exam hall!

3. Bullied In the exam hall!**

"Thank you, thank you so much, sir!" The watchman uncle was annoyed seeing me come forty five minutes late, but he opened the gate for me quickly.

He knows everything that happened to me in this school every day. Although it is still my first year of high school yet everyone knows what has happened to me or still happens in my life. My brother is the devil of my life and my parents don't give a f**k to my presence, they all know everything. 

Watchman uncle was a nice man, he became my friend in the school since my first day of school. I was happy as I had a few friends made on the first day. But before the arrival of the second day, everyone turned their backs to me. My brother had manipulated everyone against me saying things that were not true. 

He is in the third year. I wanted to go in a different school, but he purposely got me admitted in his school so that he can keep an eye on me. That was not the reason alone, he also wanted to see me staying alone always. He and his three monkey friends, Jasper, Oliver and Ben have made my life in the school a hell. 

Harry had also made all the arrangements to degrade my image in the eyes of my teachers, but they were nice enough to not fall in his words and hate. Apart from the watchman uncle, just three teachers support me. Rest others want to insult and degrade me in the school along with professor Simon and teacher Nora for Harry is their favourite student. 

Despite being a jerk my brother is a bright student. I am just like him but not exactly like him. He tops the class always, not because he is bright but because he cheats and the teachers let him to as he is the apple of everyone's eyes. In fact, our parents also know he cheats even then he is given gifts and everything he wants when the results are out. And here I pass and come second in the class still my parent don't give me anything but mocks and insult. 

Any ways, my entire life is a joke if I keep talking about it, years will pass but my pains won't reside. Because there is not one incident that shows my pain but many. 

I rushed in the school building in the right corridor next to the inquiry office. My school is a three story building with first years classes on the first floor and rest others distributed on the second and third floor. According to the seating arrangement, my block was on the third floor, Harry's class. 

By Harry, I just remembered that all the classes sit combined during examination. First, second and the other years are combined and sit together in different blocks. This shuffle method is adopted so that students don't copy but only if they know that my brother is the main source of everything. He not only cheats but also helps others cheat by taking some money from them. In return, he provides them chits with answers those are Xerox copies in the smallest font. 

After crossing the corridor I began climbing the huge staircase. In the manner my stomach pained badly. Tears Welled up in my eyes nevertheless I can't stop. I can cry after the exams are over. I am seldom left with one hour to an attempt my paper after all. 

"God give me strength!" I prayed to the lord for some help and got up whilst wiping my tears. 

My head and hand were aching too. I had worn a long sleeves top to hide my blisters on the wrist. Ironically, I did not even have the time to put some ointment. However, I don't care, this pain is not new, it is my best friend that never goes away and stays with me all my life. 

Happily I sighed when the second floor. I heaved a breath feeling relieved as I can see my class. My heart initiated throbbing in my chest as I saw the bags of students kept outside the class. During exams the teachers ask all the students to keep the bags out in order to avoid any sort of malpractices.

I quickly removed my writing pad and pouch hoping to not get anyone from Harry's classmates as my partner. The desks in the classes of the second and third floors were for two people. So two students from different badges are made to sit during exams and that is why the classes of these two floors are preferred.

"May I come in, sir?" To my bad luck, whom I had not wanted to be present as today's supervisor in class had only come today, it was professor Simon. 

The students laughed out loud watching m stand at the door panting heavily as at the same time Professor Simon howled loudly like he had not expected me to come or for that matter, he had not wanted to see me in the afternoon.

"May I know why are you late? Why are you so annoying and dumb Miss. Watson?" he shouted on me along with hard glares. Seemed like the students had plenty of time that they abandoned their papers and stared me with teasing eyes. 

Among them I also found my brother sitting alone on a bench and waving at me. It did not take me long time to realize HE WAS MY PARTNER. That meant I will have to sit with him for the coming seven exams too. He pointed at the empty place beside him and raised his palm in the air. He showed me a middle finger while he stuck his tongue out at me at chipped 'b***h' inaudibly. 

I was so ashamed that my head eventually lowered across the floor. I cannot meet my gaze with the other students in the class who were seeing me with disgusting glares. My own brother was degrading my image in the school! 

"You are forty five minutes late, do you think you deserve to sit in the class. Will you be able to finish off your exam in time!" he said so loudly that some droplets of his saliva escaped his mouth and falling on my face. 

This gave others one more reason to laugh on me. Harry behind professor Simon's back passed chits to the guys sitting behind him in exchange of money. He stuck his tongue out at me teasing me as he knew even if I would complain nobody would trust me. "I will sir but only if you stop wasting my time and let me start my exam." Professor Simon placed a hand on his lips as the students behind him gasped adding fuel to the fire. 

"Lilly, how can you talk to Professor Simon in that tone?" Harry on his back stood up banging his hands on the desk loudly, he faked a grunt murderously eyeing me. "I am sorry on her behalf professor, as you see my sister has totally gone out of our control. I apologize to you for her back answer. It's a shame that she is my sister." Oh, now I get it, he was purposely feigning a sad expression just to impress professor Simon. 

So was he impressed too. His chest rose with pride for my brother as he signalled me to sit in my seat next to my brother. "Just because of you I am letting her sit in the class Harry otherwise a student like her deserves to be kicked on the ass and pushed out of the class" Professor said while I walked between the two rows to go towards my seat which was the third last bench. 

"And you, a filthy brat child, learn something from your brother." professor Simon almost threw the question paper and the answer sheet on my face as I placed my exam pad and pouch on the desk.

I can say a lot of things and revert back. That is true I could never open my mouth in front of my brother or parents but I did fight people outside my house. Yeah, it was a different thing that I had to bear consequences for that as Harry would beat me for messing around and embarrassing him in the public but I never kept my mouth shut.

And I could also fight professor Simon but I had to keep my mouth shut since I had only thirty minutes left to attempt my paper. I was just going to sit down on the bench when my eyes fell on the bench. Tomato ketchup was spread on my side of bench. "Best of luck, sissy!" Harry wished me but I easily understood he was just teasing me.

He has to be the one to mess my seat. Nonetheless, even his pranks won't stop me today from giving my exams. Harry and I had a fight few months back, and he and promised me that he will do everything to make me fail the exams and sit at home after that and I had promised myself that I will pass and get the highest percent that mom and dad will be forced to send me for the second year.

"You are a jerk" I whispered sitting on the seat, Harry's eyes were left wide in shock seeing me sit on the ketchup stained bench. "You are a shame in the name of a brother" I added before taking out my pen and start.

My tears wouldn't stop. The pain in my stomach increased and my burned hand shook as I tried to start writing. I cannot hold back my tears when I saw my hand, it looked so awful. The blisters had bubbled up like red berries, big and round on the back of my hand.

Harry who was laughing at my teary face suddenly stopped when his gaze fell on my hand. For a moment I saw guilt in his eyes but least did I know it was nothing but a joke. He laughed continuing writing while struggled with my pen.

Within fifteen minutes I wrote the answers for passing marks. I was getting habituated with the writing with a damaged hand. To my luck, all the questions were easy and I knew the answers but unfortunately I cannot attempt all as time was not left, I hardly had fifteen minutes left.

"Tie your papers" Professor Simon said, I avoided his words and increased my speed.

The liquid emitting from my blisters wetted my sleeve and even left a damp stain on the paper while I wrote. I was about to complete the answers for ten marks when Harry held my burned wrist. "Harry leave my hand" I sternly spoke. He had finished his paper and kept aside for professor Simon to collect and now he was trying to waste my time.

"Last ten minutes late!" My heart hitched listening the announcement made by the teacher.

"Harry please let me complete this answer. At least let me write for passing marks. I don't want to fail" he wasn't looking at me, he talked to his friend sitting near the door using his hands, yet he never let my hand go.

"Last five minutes" 

Time was running. I still had seven more points to write to complete the big answer but Harry didn't leave my hand. Rather he increased his pressure on my wrist that some of my blisters burst in his grip. "Harry please. Please, you are my nice brother, aren't you" I attempted to convince him but to no avail. 

"Time up... Drop your pens and keep your papers on the desk. Time up students, stop writing" Professor Simon started collecting the paper of the first years. He snatched my paper too. 

And just as he left, "Just because I am your nice brother I am letting you go." Harry let go of my hand and smirked. 

"You are a bastard Harry, I hate you" my anger was so intense that I threw my pouch on his face, since it was open, the pencil from inside of it pricked near his left eye, and he hissed in pain. 

He held his eye wincing at the ache while I quickly stood up and ran out of the class unable to hold my tears. 

Tbc... 

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