Where the last chapter left off: Questions were roaming my head; what was my purpose in life, am I really pathetic? I arrived at my classroom quicker than I had intended leaving that question roaming my head.

I walked into the classroom timidly and apologetically bowed to the teacher. I pulled my sleeves down as I was walking back to my desk scared anyone would see my scars. On the way to my seat a girl stuck her foot out to trip me but me noticing her foot I stepped over it only to trip on someone elses foot. I fell to the ground on my already injured knees and hands. "____ is something wrong?" My teacher asked concerned.

"A-aniyo everything is fine..." I said as I was looking for my glasses and stood up. The students around me snickered at my fall while I embarassedly walked to my seat in the back middle row. Once I got to my seat I set my backpack on the hook right next to my desk then sat down. I looked at my desk seeing foul things written on it. I sighed knowing things are always gonna be like this. I opened my backpack and took out my math notebook and my pencil bag. As I was about to write to down the notes on the board I felt something hit my head. Confused I looked at the ground and saw a paperball. Curiously I picked it up and uncrumpled it. It read:

'Gwenchana?'

I looked around the classroom in hope that I could find the person who threw it. I frowned when I couldn't find the person but I grabbed another piece of paper from my binder and wrote:

'Gwenchana. I'm used to it.'

I remembered that I didn't even know who this person was so I didn't know where to put the note. After thinking about where to put it I finally decided to put it near the trashcan by the other door in our classroom. I folded the note up and slide it to the the trashcan. Suddenly the bell rang ending our first period. Our teacher said, "Okay class! Your history teacher will becoming shortly!" The teacher came by my desk and handed me a copy of the notes then left the classroom. As soon as she left everyone talked to the friends they sat next to or walked across the classroom to talk to their friends. Well I just stayed at my desk and took out my drawing journal to finish my drawing I had started yesterday but never got the chance to finish. I opened my journal to the page of my unfinished drawing and continued it from where I left off yesterday, little did I know that someone went to go get the note without being noticed by me. After a couple minutes I was almost done with my drawing when another one of those paperballs landed on my desk next to my journal. I stopped with my finishing touches on my drawing and uncrumpled the paperball note. I read the note:

"I'll be your secret guardian angel from now on :)"

I smiled reading the note. I then pouted wondering who this person was. The curiousty was really getting at me. With a happy sigh I took out a piece of paper from the back of my drawing journal and wrote back to this mysterious gentleman.

 "I wish I knew who you were"

Like last time I folded up the note and slide it to the trashcan by the door. I turned back around and continued to finish the details of my drawing happily. Again I didn't notice someone getting up to retrieve the note I had written. I smiled satisfied by my latest drawing I can add to my collection at home. My history teacher walked into the classroom ruining my happy mood. "Okay class! Settle down!" He demanded. Everyone quieted down and went