The Seventh Secretary (Secretary to Seven)
The Life-Acting Angel

7 Years ago

STELLA POV

My name is Stella Aubrey. My age is just like any other student currently getting into a favorite school of excellence. The difference is my social status from the poor. Not middle down anymore. But the bottom one.

My father, who was only a construction worker, could only provide shelter under the bridge. But I'm still grateful that we still have shelter from the sun and the cold of the night wind. We don't have to worry about our cardboard roof being destroyed by the rain because we're right under the bridge.

My mother who was very beautiful in her photos left us when I was 5 years old. There's nothing you can hide from me because their fight is right in front of my eyes.

What I now know is that my mother left because my father was poor.

I don't know why my mom gave me such a good name. I reckon.

But another case with my classmates who then spread to one school, which he said my name was not comparable to me who became dirt on their eyes.

I don't give a shit.

All I care about is making my dad proud because I got into a favorite high school because of my near-perfect grades.

In tenth grade (X) I have no friends. No one wants to make me meet, and no one wants to be my friend.

They said I stink. Though my uniform that only I have 1 stel is always washed after school so as not to smell, and I set aside my pocket money to buy a soft clothes that cost 500 silver 1 sachet to make it fragrant.

Even though I don't have an iron, I try to keep the uniform from looking crumpled.

Still the results are different from those who have a clothing lubricant that requires electricity to heat it.

I never complained. So that dad is not sad. Although I always heard stuffing from him while rubbing my head gently when I pura sleeping.

How unfortunate my father is. I became a burden to him.

"Preview of children.. children please do not disperse.."

Monday morning after the flag ceremony was over, one of the teachers took over the mic and gave an announcement.

"This year our school as usual includes outstanding students into the science competition held by the ministry of national education between schools in Indonesia.

And this year, we are proud to announce that our school is the champion in general"

Boisterous sounds and applause enveloped the ceremonial pitch.

"And this is our hero. Let's welcome...

STELLA AUBREY from class X IPA 1, please come forward Stella"

Euphoria was suddenly silent when my name was called.

I nervously set my little legs down while bowing my face. I was always lined up at the back it took quite a long time to get to the podium immediately.

When I made it through the ranks of my classmates, a boisterous voice came back. But it was the sound of the students cheering me on, not appreciating.

"Please calm the child. Please appreciate the struggle to make the name of our school" said firmly the teacher who had previously held the mic.

"Huuuu...."

The boisterous voice that cheered me was in unison. Fortunately I who have been forged in the bitterness of life do not care for their insults.

The fact that their economic brains are far above me is not as big as their hatred and hatred for me.

That's one of my motivations to be the best.

Right now they may be on top of me, but tomorrow, with the ability of my brain, maybe they will be under my feet.

I always motivate myself.

The break time arrived

"Heh hick, belagu lo. Just followed so it was proud. I feel like a great person. Denger yes, elo not much behavior huh. We all at this school no one likes you the same. Whenever you have nothing. Once a hick, forever a hick" the most feared girl in this school rebuked me by taking me to a corner in this school, helped by her friends she easily oppressed the students who were not in line with her.

His shoulder violently nudged my shoulder after being satisfied to poach me. Makes this weak body push backwards.

"Ehm. kesian you to dry gini. Must be thirsty yes, nih drink" one of his henchmen with a sweet smile thrusting a red cold drink in a bottle. My hands trembled doubtfully in accepting it.

"Come on, I just feel sorry for you" he asked again kindly.

I finally raised my hand to accept it. But my hand floated in the air as the woman pulled it back.

"I'm just bribing ya"

He then opened the lid and immediately splashed it on my face.

I flinched, then I looked at my uniform.

Crying out. I cried to see my white uniform that now changed color to dark pink. I immediately ran to the bathroom leaving them and their laughter.

I tried to clean it with a tissue but still did not reduce the color levels.

These tears do not stop flowing.

After I spent my break in the bathroom crying over my uniform.

Usually I spend my rest time in the library, now I have to be absent.

After my uniform, I dragged my feet out of the bathroom. Somehow I bought a new one. What I fear the most is my father who will be very worried. He must be looking for additional work to be able to buy a new uniform. And I don't want a father like that. I want you to be happy. I want to make my father happy.

"Beauty..."

bug

Something hit me in the face as I stepped towards my class.

Glasses, I felt palpable looking for my glasses. And when I got it and I put it back on, those glasses broke, too. One more disaster that can make me an ungodly child because it weighs too much on my father.

It felt like warm liquid was flowing from my nose, and then my gaze suddenly blurred.

"Stella´s.. Stella. wake up Stella. Buu..."

That was all I heard when I suddenly lost consciousness. Samar I see a handsome face though blurry, is that my angel taking my life? why so handsome?

"Enghh.. Have I arrived?"

"Are you conscious, Stella?" ask Ms. Fany, the BK teacher who is very attentive to me.

"this..where is this?" I asked who touched the table next to me. I put my glasses on and I wear them.

"us?"

"Yes you're in the UKS, son. You accidentally hit a basketball. How, still dizzy?" ask Ms. Fany while giving me warm sweet tea.

"Little bit. Thank you ma'am"

I massaged my head a little and I was quite surprised.

"My uniform, my glasses.."

Why are they back?