Its ok,im fine(I-writes) *Im not alone*
A teenage girl from Jonier High sat alone in the last row, her head lowered, unable to face her classmates. Two girls approached her, taking away her only companion - a book she was staring at. "You don't need it anyway," they said.

Just then, a girl entered the classroom and sat beside her. It was her friend, but the girl was too distraught to talk properly. When she mentioned the book, her friend replied, "Let's head out, we'll share one. It's okay." However, when the teacher checked the books, the girl was caught, and her friend betrayed her, leaving her speechless.

During break time, the girl sat in a corner, her head still lowered. A classmate approached her and asked, "Why don't you play?" The girl replied softly, "I don't want to." The classmate encouraged her to speak louder, saying, "If you had spoken up earlier, the teacher would have heard you, and you wouldn't have had to wait for your friend to speak up for you." The girl repeated her answer several times, but the classmate just smiled and said, "You can't do anything," before leaving.

Later, the same girl was being brutally bullied, and no one stood up for her - not even her friend. This was after Friendship Day, when her friend had refused her gift, saying she didn't like it. As the girl washed her wounds, she sobbed, "It wouldn't have happened to me if I wasn't alone."

It was a troubled dream, reliving the painful memories of her past. She woke up with a deep sigh, wiped away her tears, and picked up her pink bag, ready to face present.
A girl stood at the front door of the school, one foot inside and the other outside, gazing at the school building. As a group of students passed her, chatting and laughing, she smiled slightly and blended in with the group. Her bright pink bag was a noticeable accessory.

Later, in front of the classroom, the same girl let out a sigh as she gazed at her reflection in the mirror. Her face looked dull, and she forced a smile before entering the classroom.

"Welcome back, it's been a while," the teacher said, opening the attendance register. "Let's make a roll call. Ohani... present. Jihoon... present. Nahi... present. Sara... present. Mek... present. Rounho... present."

A new day began with energy as the friends group from class 2-C, including Ohani, Jihoon, Rounho, Mek, and Nahi, chatted excitedly. As they passed Sara, they whispered, "She should have made friends by now." With a dismissive "hmm," they walked away.
As the students of class 2-C walked down the second-floor corridor during the break, they stumbled upon a commotion. A group of students had gathered, cutting off the path, and the class 2-C students pushed their way to the front. That's when they saw a girl being bullied by seniors. The girl's back was visible, but her face was obscured by the crowd, which was facing the seniors. Just as the situation was escalating, the teacher approached, and the class 2-C students exchanged nervous glances, realizing the girl was from their class.After half day,when the students took upon themselves to conduct the roll call. "Ohani... present," un known sound followed by a slow, deliberate tone,as each name was called out ohani (my idole)"Mek... (topper.)" Jihoon , "?Jihoon... he's my friend.)" Rounho , "Rounho... hmm, (she always talks about her family." Nahi said), "Nahi... present." When it was Sara's turn, there was silence. "Sara... I don't know about her; maybe she's just quiet." One person from morning attendence was absent Suddenly, someone stood up to leave after taking attendance,following her few more left

Later, as the class discussed the incident, the girl sitting next to the pink bag got up and left. Unbeknownst to them, the same girl who was bullied had retreated to the washroom, tears streaming down her face. "If only I wasn't alone," she sobbed, "this wouldn't have happened."

Another student, who had been in the washroom, overheard the girl's words. After washing her hands, she touched the star-shaped band on her wrist, echoing the word "alone" that still lingered in her mind. She left the washroom, composing herself before re-entering the classroom, Following two other students , taking seat beside the pink bag.Sara, Nahi, and Ohani entered the classroom with their usual expressions. The class was discussing a girl from their class who was being bullied. When asked if they were okay, the three of them replied in unison, "Yes, I am." But Sara's response was a facade as she is. She was, in fact, the one being bullied,these words eco as a voice which wasnt heared by anyone there.
As sara pat her shoulder the girl sitting back headed toward her but
the bell rang, the students filed out, and she stopped in her tracks, picking up her pink bag. She looked like just the student being bullied some how, but the weight of her secret was crushing her. An unknown student with a pink bag pack seemed to notice Sara's pain. As Sara moved ahead out, the student with the pink bag accidentally bumped into her, causing her pink bag to fall to the ground. "Ouch!" Sara exclaimed in pain. The student quickly apologized, "Oh, sorry! I'm really sorry, Sara. Are you hurt?" Sara, trying to hide her true feelings, replied, "I'm fine, it's okay. You know it, hmm?"

As they parted ways, the unknown student couldn't help but think, "How much has she been facing alone..." She was still trying to process her emotions, walked home, her bag feeling heavier with each step. Upon entering her home, she tossed her bag aside, releasing a deep sigh. "I can't do anything," she whispered, before disappearing into her room.

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