Don't Blame the Line of Destiny
Prologue: The Poor Girl

In the year 2015

The bright morning coupled with the sound of birds chirping made this morning truly alive. The people were neatly dressed, the children laughed cheerfully while topping their bags. On this never deserted road, there was only one that looked different. His clothes were shabby, his black mane was in disarray and his breathing was wheezing. His face was sweating in panic. Unfortunately, no one dared to glance at him. One sentence flashed through his mind, he hated it with those spies.

In a shabby uniform, a girl ran hastily towards somewhere. Letting his long mane fall apart in order to achieve his goal. If the bus he was riding did not strike, he might not be late on the first day of school in his second year.

Now the building that he had stepped on was as quiet as without occupants. Damn, he fell while climbing the stairs, a student accidentally hit him. The student who bumped into him instead left instead of helping and apologizing. He just breathed his breath with a huff, his day was completely chaotic.

“Ah... It hurts so.” He groaned in pain as he looked at the wound on his knee.

Before long, someone appeared before him while extending his hand. Although it is common in most people but different from him.

“You're okay, ‘kan?” The student said while thrusting his hand.

Strange, he prefers to stand alone instead of receiving the helping hand. For him, in this moment a word “bantu” is very sad.

“Cih, pantesan you have no friends,” said the student before leaving.

He immediately entered a room that was filled with students who were ready to take education. In front of there, there was a teacher who was already looking at him with a sharp gaze. Even so, he tried to ignore the gaze and headed to his desk.

“You're late on your first day of school!” The teacher let out a scream that made himself instantly flinch.

“Stay standing there until my time is over!” Inevitably, he had to obey the teacher's orders.

Before long, the door opened and someone appeared. Of course his presence makes the whole class look at him.

“You also stop there!” The teacher was commanding the newly arrived student.

The teacher looked back at the absentee book he had brought and looked for who the identity of the new student had come from. His face changed drastically. His face twinkled and called out the name of the student.

“You Zegran Jovandav Glarenth, yes?” ask the teacher.

“That's really me, Sir.” The student immediately confirmed the speech.

“Good, Sir,” replied Zegran politely. Before going to his desk, he looked at the student beside him with a smile on his face.

“What the fuck is this?” The student looked at them in confusion.

Different from himself. The teacher treated himself completely differently and unfairly. It makes him look very sad.

“What's your name?” The teacher asked.

“Hana, Sir.” He answers.

“Your long name?” The teacher was not satisfied.

“Hana Armeta Luna, sir,” replied the schoolgirl with her head bowed.

“Oh... It was you,” he said.

If he could be honest, he hated himself so much. Hate those who are in injustice. He had always hoped, he would not have to bow his head again like now.

“Quick go sit at your place. Today you are lucky,” said the teacher with a little rough.

“Good, Sir,” replied the girl named Hana.

The unfortunate student rushed towards his seat which happened to be next to Zegran. Looking around his class, he realized that only he was different from the others. Plus his position at the end of the corner, it made him feel like he was exiled.

“Halo everyone. Now that I am your homeroom teacher during this second year,” is obviously his homeroom teacher.

“My name is Hana Armeta Luna, a 17-year-old girl who has to face how hard the world is. One year ago, the day my life was completely ruined. Wanit ayang I call Mother left me for no reason and my father's company went bankrupt. My father was in debt and chased by loan sharks. Therefore, my father left and never came back again.”

Why did all this happen? Until now I still don't understand. Of the many people in this world. Why should I be me? I'm just a poor teenage girl.