Novel & Cerita From Toxic Classmate

Forgetting I've been once a harlot, but never the truth that I never sold my virginity to anyone. That's the smallest pinch of pride I've got in myself and I'm going to hold onto that until I make it to the comfortable life I can only have in my wildest dreams. "Aren't you going to your VCT class today?" Miya asked innocently. I want to say that that godforsaken place should burn already, but then I realised my teachers there were good. They're understanding and fair with all of the students like me who goes in that place. The only shitty elements who ruined my perspective of that school are those thugs of a classmates who blocked my way yesterday.

“Yup, just fine, perfectly fine. By the way, do you know where my class is, Miss Kim, said I was in her class but I never got around to asking which one?” “Don’t worry, if it's Miss Kim’s class then it has to be class 2-2. Unluckily for you, you’re in the most notorious class ever.” “Notorious for what?” “Being troublemakers, having crazy performances, not always following the equilibrium of things… etcetera, etcetera. I would have been extremely sorry for you dear sister if I don’t believe this class fits you properly.” He teases playfully, and I punch his shoulder with an eye roll.

The internet defines a toxic relationship as "any relationship [between people who] don't support each other, where there's conflict and one seeks to undermine the other, where there's competition, where there's disrespect and a lack of cohesiveness." The problem is... sometimes there's excitement in competition. Sometimes the disrespect and lack of support just makes you want someone more. Sometimes, the passion and intense feelings outweigh the negatives.

“Didn’t Toci remind you ?! Don’t tell me you’re gone? It’s a different kind of relationship. Maybe you can change the light switch on and off. I saw him with some other girl a while ago, in fact they’re flirting. “ Irritated, she promised. Since I was teaching Magnus I don’t even remember Toci these past few days. Then we get a little blurry as well. Toci, ABM student, a famous basketball player, MVP, the school crush, the hearthrob, the playboy, the fuckboy of the school is my so-called boyfriend. So maybe the students are also annoyed with me? Because they want to crush me! And I mean, I’m pretty and sexy. I can’t blame them for hating me. I’m a Queen Bee! “Switch you gurl?” she teased. I

I don't know what word to use it to classify it but it is a situation whereby someone acts like they care for you but they do that only to fetch information from you. "You want to forget about Joe so quick?" One of my classmates said. "Is that how insensitive you are?" I gasped. "Insensitive?" What happened to trying to be fine despite that you feel this heavy weight of a loss in your heart? Was it wrong to try to forget the hurt of the past now? Others students from higher grades came to my classroom too, and joined in the taunts against me. It seemed teachers were having a collective staff and non-staff meeting, so no one would come to my rescue for sure.

"Serves you, right?" Zoey clenched her fists tightly. Now, she was angry. She really hated messing up herself because she had a slight OCD. She cannot bear to see herself being dirty and all. Yet, Zoey remained silent even after her three mean classmates walked away while laughing so hard like nothing just happened on her uniform.

He says as he sips on his coffee, probably his 9th cup already. Shantal courageously walks out of the house, hiding the pain of the migraine that continues to bug her even an hour later. As she starts to walk to school, she sees two of her classmates walk out of the house across for hers. One she recognizes instantly as the class clown, is Trevor Jackson, who's favorite past time is putting thumbtacks on the teachers chairs and throwing paper airplanes at the whiteboard always perfectly landing on the teacher's heads. The other one isn't on Shantal's radar of potential friends, however, because he seems shy and to himself a lot, which is saying something for the infamously optimistic MAC-eni

But as I reach the door, I hear Jessica talking to Maya in the hallway. "I just can't believe she'd be so selfish," Jessica says, clearly intending for me to hear. "Like, she knew what would happen to the team." "My boyfriend is on the practice squad," Maya replies. "He says the locker room is completely toxic now. Adrian and Ethan won't even run drills together." I hurry past them, but their words follow me. The rest of the morning is of a similar encounter. In my Statistics class, my usual seat-mate, a girl named Lauren who I've helped with homework all semester moves to sit with someone else without explanation.

“Ufff… how should I tell you. I forgot that it's my birthday month. I'm so sad.” Aleezay was speaking with herself, while Maahi, Zeenish, and Haris were controlling their laughter at her acts. She was like that, sometimes her anger rose to the extent that no one knew when she was going to tear the head of another one, and sometimes in the boring moments, she became the cause of laughing.

It's like hate is this unwelcome roommate, lurking under my skin, making every moment in this suffocating place unbearable. Every freakin' time I try to figure out what the heck Trix is scheming, he shuts me down like I'm just a pesky mosquito. "Stay put, Dixie," he barks, like I'm some obedient dog waiting for a treat. It's infuriating, and I can feel the itch to break free crawling under my skin.