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Soundtrack: ZE:A - Again...     "Stop it!" I cried out, trying hard to break free from the harsh hold of two male students on either of my arms. At this, laughter erupted from the group of students that were rummaging through my bag and destroying everything I own in their sight. Once again, like how they always do during lunch time, they take the money inside my wallet and wreck my notes in all my subjects. They steal my stuff and trash my bag... like they always do. If I hadn't learned how to budget my money and regulate the amount I bring in school, all my resources would have been fully depleted now.   And to think that because of this money-stealing stuff, I could only eat once a day. There's no strength in me to begin with.   But then again, today was worse, because they even destroy my permission slip from the library to borrow books. They dumped my pencil case in the garbage, and they even tore my quizzes in one of my language classes, which was just given yesterday. I don't know what fault they found in me to treat me this way, but I couldn't fight them even if it's unfair.   Tears behind my eyes threatened to break free, but I held on to it with every ounce of strength in me.   I cannot show them my tears, because crying is a weakness.   And I can NEVER let them feed in my weaknesses.   "But we don't want to. You doing anything about that?" Yuhee-sshi taunted me in a mock-sorry voice before holding out three sheets of paper from my bag which made my eyes widen.   My analysis paper in my Basic Philosophy subject is the most important content of my bag today, because this is the paper that I was going to pass to my mentor, determining thirty-five percent of my grade... and my life in the school.    Not to mention, the effort I exerted in making this is no small matter. I spent thousands worth of won in three PC rooms just to finish it.   If these jerks didn't corner me in the hallways and drag me to the back of the History department building, my paper would have been in my mentor's hands. My mark and grade would have been finalized. I would have had one less subject to worry about, and would have had one less problem in my life.   But Yuhee-sshi just HAD to ruin everything.   "My analysis paper!" I exclaimed before once again trying to escape the clutches of the students restraining me, only stopping when, from the corner of my eyes, I saw a