The whole school knew my secret when I was six years old.
My boyfriend immediately broke up with me, the person I trusted the most personally exposed me, and my best friend "justified" me in front of all the teachers and students in the school.
They all said it was for my own good, but no one asked me if I wanted to be seen.
The malicious prying made me suffocate, as did the well-intentioned onlookers.
That day, I rushed to the podium and knocked down her speech:
"Please shut up. My wounds are not a stage for you to become a hero."
Purpose: It writes about high school that every ordinary person may have. Don't decide for me whether to be brave or not
