Call Me Isha
1. Taciturn

Am I a sinner so you insult me sadistically?

  - Call_Me_Isha

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lying on the bed staring at the ceiling of the room, it was one of the less useful activities when I woke up. Including habits that are difficult to eliminate.

Lazy, a word that might be suitable to represent my feelings at this time, to get out of bed just like there are thousands of tons of rock overlapping.

Not long after, I let out a small sigh as I remembered the day. Monday, the time when students like me are sun dried before carrying out learning activities.

I got up, picked up the glasses on the nightstand and put them on before making a small walk to the bathroom.

Finished with the business of bathing, now I sit facing the mirror while judging the appearance printed clearly there while braiding two.

I am not the type who pays too much attention to appearance, if it feels neat enough for me.

Almost forgot, my name is Aisha Flora Ardhani, commonly called Isha. Now, I'm sitting in my eleventh grade at a private school not far from where I live.

I come from a simple family, my father owns a bakery and my mother is a kindergarten teacher whose income is not much. In the past, my father was a wealthy businessman but the property entrusted to us was taken back by the almighty, but I am quite grateful even though our financial condition is not like before my family still remains harmonious until now.

       Now, I walk down the hallway of the School looking down, too much human talk that never seems to stop criticizing.

Sometimes, in the mind is eager to scream but, the resistance that will only be a wishful thinking is always hindered by courage.

Reading a novel became a self-choice for a moment upon my arrival in class, choosing to sit and then drift in the plot presented.

"Really! Crazy one! I swear you are brave!" the screams made a raging comment.

Mata glanced at the girl who had just been excited, actually I do not need to do that because I have memorized with the owner of the voice.

Acelin Amanda Roselani, can be called Acel, she is one of the most respected girls in the School, she is a jolly, talkative child never filtered, popular and smart.

"Lo look who am I?!" reply one of Acel's friends with pride.

Orlin Pramusita Putri, or commonly called Orlin, the girl with a beautiful face who became the prima donna of the School. He wasn't that smart, it was just that Orlin was too genius.

"Heh Cupu! Why look at me!" With a scorn Orlin caught my gaze wet.

"Goupe! If anyone talks about being stared at! Nduk mulu's! Your neck is broken or what?" Acel.

"Lo's deaf, isn't he? Shucks!" acel's decree.

"Ta--But just a little while back in." I stammered.

"What do I care about? Swish there!!" orlin's Order.

Orlin stood up from his seat, approaching this body before pulling my hand tight. "Old yes lo!"

"Akh!" I screamed a little as this body kissed the floor.

"Cepet Cupu!" Orlin kicked my leg hard enough to make a grimacing mouth restrained.

"But! Pake the cry again! I thought this was a soap opera! Dog's sneak!"

I slowly stood up and left my palm open while showing Orlin. "Lin, where's the money?"

"Pake your money! 'You're the one who wants to buy me, '" Orlin replied.

"But I don't have Lin's money" my great-grandson.

"Gue don't believe it, here you are!!" Without asking Orlin's permission to reach into the pockets of the subordinates I was wearing.

"This what? Don't lie to me!" Orlin took the money I had for granted.

"Don't Lin, it's money for a week" I begged.

"Well you medit very, a hundred thousand times a week?" Orlin laughed for a long time. "Forgot, you're poor! Life is a pity if you think about it,"

"Udah is poor, ugly, stupid again," continued Orlin, he would never be satisfied if he had not insulted me.

"Yes! Usually 'is my youngest child like lo his brain contains this well?" Acel said.

The curse brought laughter to the students in the class, besides Orlin and Acel, the whole school conspired to bully me.

"Duh, you're so lucky to be alive! It's cupu!" Ejek Orlin again.

"There's Saras!!!" keyla's instructions that make all students run towards the bench each including me.

"Goupe! We'll continue later!!" Whispered Orlin as I passed the bench I was on.