Revenge Persecuted Girl
Beginnings.

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Hi, hi, hi. Meet me again author abal abal. I made a new work. This time it's about strong women, bully and revenge.

Curious to read yuk! Straight away, yeah.

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On a clear morning, a girl was riding her bicycle. With his excitement he delivered a cake to be left in the stalls owned by his neighbors.

The name of the girl, an orphan girl who lived a day after her parents died a few years ago.

"Today make what cake, Dance?" ask Bu Aminah.

"Brown brownie cake, ma'am, today did not have much time," replied Mentari.

"It's okay, tomorrow-tomorrow can make more," said Bu Aminah. A middle-aged woman who already considers Mentari as her own child.

"Dance to go to school first yes, Mom," said Mentari.

"Be careful, son," said Aminah.

"Thank you, ma'am" said Mentari. Then Mentari took his bike to school.

Mentari Magdalena Pendekira, 18 year old girl. Who now attends a private school. He was forced to change schools because he was often bullied by his schoolmates. I can't stand moving to a new school. Hopefully in this school there will be no more bullying.

With the spirit of Mentari pedaling his bike so as not to be late. Because it was his first day of school.

"Ah. Finally arrived, "monologue Mentari.

Mentari immediately save his bike near the parking lot of special motorbike.

Xxxx High School is a private school for rich people. Mentari must be able to adjust to this school environment.

"Good morning, where's the Principal's room?" ask Mentari. But the one being asked was cranky and did not answer.

Mentari just put her shoulders forward, then continued her steps looking for the Headmaster's room.

"Why aren't the students here friendly?" gumam Mentari's. Finally he found the Headmaster's room.

Gts ... Geck. Mentari knocked on the room.

"Lake in!" voice commands from within. Slowly Mentari turned the door handle and raised his head.

"Good morning, sir," said Mentari.

"Good morning" replied the Principal, Farid.

"Include my name, Mentari Magdalena Perwira. Transfer from SMA 1.

"Hmmm." replied Mr. Farid.

"Now I will take you to class 12 IPA A" Mr. Farid said.

Mentari followed Mr. Farid with him. The school bell just sounded indicating that the students immediately entered their respective classes.

"Good morning, Mrs Fitri" said Mr. Farid.

"Good morning, sir. Can I help you?" ask Bu Fitri.

"I brought a new student, a transfer from SMA Negeri 1," replied Mr. Farid.

"Send him in, sir," said Bu Fitri.

Mentari was asked to enter by Mr. Farid. Mentari just bowed down without daring to look at them. After that Mr. Farid left.

"Kids. Introduce her is a new student, introduce your name," said Bu Fitri.

"Hi friend, please introduce my name Mentari Magdalena Perwira. I moved from SMA Negeri 1," said Mentari introduced himself.

"I hope you can all accept me as a friend" he said.

"Now please sit down" said Bu Fitri.

And then head to the empty seat. Despite feeling awkward, he still ventured. The students looked cynically at him. Because the clothes he was wearing were much different from the students here.

"Poor people can go to school here" Siska said.

"We'll see where he survives" Priscilla chimed in.

"Now we start the lesson" said Bu Fitri.

The first lesson begins. Students learn, and some play. They're all rich kids, only Mentari is different.

The first one and a half hours of lessons were over. The first break begins. Everyone out of class to the cafeteria.

Only Mentari goes to the school park. With the food he brought, he wanted to eat there.

"it seems that here the students are less friendly. Not much different from my old school," Inner Mentari.

"But I have to hold on in order to pass well," her inner self again. Then he started eating.

The school bell rang again as a sign that the break was over. Mentari was already in class, because he did not want to give a bad impression on his first day of school.

"Good day, dear children" said Mr. Bakri.

"Good day, sir," they answered in unison.

Bakri also began to teach him. None of the students dared to talk to this teacher. Besides being firm, he also looks sad.

They also began the lessons taught by the teacher. Mentari is a smart student, so he has no trouble doing the task.

"If it is finished, immediately collected," said Mr. Bakri. The mentor who got up first, because the task is done.

"May also be a child," Inner Ferdinan. The most handsome student in this school.

After putting his duties on the teacher's desk, Mentari returned to his stool.

Not how long the school bell rang again signifying the lesson was over. And the students immediately collect their assignments, even though there are unfinished.

"Hi.." said Ferdinan. Mentari.

"You called me?" ask Mentari.

"Hmmm. Can we go home together?" ask Ferdinan.

"I'm on a bike" replied Mentari without any cover-ups.

"Oh .. cave use motor, it's okay cave with loe," said Ferdinan.

"There are also those who want to negur me," Mentari's mind.

From a distance, a pair of eyes were watching them. He also clenched his hands.

"S*agency. Same me, you're acting cold. Just as your new child is being warm, "the inner girl, who else if not Siska.

Siska was the son of the owner of this school, no one dared to her. Except for Ferdinan who always refused his invitation.

"Just look at the new boy," murmured Siska as she clenched her hand. Then he left that place.

"This is your bike?" asked Ferdinan when they arrived at the parking lot.

Coincidentally, Mentari's bike is located side by side with Ferdinan's motorbike.

"Oh yeah. We have not been acquainted since," said Ferdinan.

"Include me, my name is Ferdinan Putra Prianggoro" Ferdinan said.

"You know, right. What's my name?" ask Mentari.

"Hmmm, I know," replied Ferdinan without him noticing his call turning into me you.

"Your name is Mentari, a good name like the man" Ferdinan said.

"Okaya, yuk jalan," asked Mentari.

Mentari is easily familiar with someone. It's just that no one wants to be friends with him. Just because he is poor.

Mentari was pedaling his bike and beside him Ferdinan brought the bike very slowly.

"Why are you following me?" ask Mentari.

"Like me" replied Ferdinan.

"It's up to you" said Mentari in the end.

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Just the beginning of all the readers. So not yet exciting. If you like to support. Thanks though.

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