I'm Cha Minki. I don't really like my first name so you could call me by the name M. I can say I'm just one of the 4 billion girls in the entire universe. Nothing special, nothing extraordinary, nothing entertaining, just plain old me. But what's interesting in my life, even just one bit, is my classmate in an ordinary high school. He doesn't even come to school from what I know, which made it quite curious in my part.He only comes to school like every once or twice a month. I'm just surprised that he's not yet expelled. Oh well, can't argue with that since im just a plain woman.

In just one day, my whole normal, plain life tried to turn its tables. While I was walking towards the restroom because I really felt like washing my hands from all the chalk I've been using. I hate dust amd leftover chalk particles. They make my hand really dry and rough. I heard some grunts behind the locker but not only that but also some people, maybe a group of five, asking questions to someone who probably wasn't responding, by the fact that he person asking's tone was quite demanding. I tried to peek but I knew it was quite dangerous because the so-called-group-of-five might come for me too, and I absolutely wasn't prepared for that.

'So you finally came back, you dimwit' one guy said.

'So where are the drugs you said you'll give us huh' another guy said. I heard a loud thud which sounded more like a kick, a powerful one I must say. 

Silence.

'You're not gonna answer you motherer' the first guy said with an additional noise whih sounded more like a punch in the face, which made the victim grunt.

Silence once again filled the hallway.

' you, you mother er. It ain't gonna send itselves' the guy said

More grunts started to fill the hallway once again. Probably the gang was attacking him as a group now. All I could do was listen amd watch as the time passed by. I'm such a wretched being.

'You better be ready for that package or else I'll kill you and all your dimwitted friends'the guy said. He probably went out now since I heard the doors open and the sound of it closing immediately occured after that.

I heard the victim laugh. What the f man? Why are you laughing.

"Friends?" He laughed again. "If I only had friends".

I watched him as he got up, blood covered almost three fourths of his face. Blood drops trailed the floor as he traveled towards the exit. 

The next thing I knew, I called out for him."Hey dude! Where are you going? You should be heading to the clinic by now!"

I can tell he heard me because he stopped his pace and turned to face me and slowly began to walk towards me, very slowly. 

As we were now face to face, probably only 15 inches apart. He lifted his head.

"Hi! I'm N...thank you for your concern I really do appreciate it with all my heart-ugh" he said very passionate but full of pain. He was cut off as he held his side, he's injured and I didn't do anything to stop it. My eyes almost teared up. "But things aren't worth to be healed" he said with a smile almost as if nothing happened. He started to turn away until I said

"We can be friends" I said as a compensation for the things I should've done if it weren't for my cowardness.

He faced me again then laughed then turned back again toward the door practically dragging his whole body. I don't understand.

He whispered something but I couldn't possibly hear everything but I catched some words actually just one word at that. '...smile"

I didn't really get it though no matter how much sentences I tried to fit in with the word. Oh well. 

I thought everything was going to go back to normal but it didn't seem so the next day.