Defamation
5. Lili's Dream
"Hey stick, solve this for me."
One of her classmates threw a pen on her head to catch her attention.
She scratched her head first and turned around to reach for the notebook, "Okay, please give me a minute!"
She smiled and carefully picked the notebook up to scan a few pages full of mathematical problems.
"Me too."
"Hey, me too, ugly."
"Don't forget mine!"
More and more notebooks stack on her desk as one by one also leave the room.
"Come on, she can solve it herself. Let's go grab lunch!"
The remaining girls giggled to themselves as they left the room.
"Bye, ugly broom!" One of them yelled in a distance as it echoed throughout the hallway.
Not only the students must have heard it but the teachers too and as always, they would laugh and make fun of her again. You've read that right— even teachers would make fun of her.
"I'll sweep myself then!" She laughed at herself, realizing no one is there inside the room except herself, as she started to solve the complicated problems on each of her classmates' notebooks.
Stick
Skinny btch
Lonely broom
Loner
Ugly
Useless
Smelly
Nerd
Poop-face
Ugliest creature in the whole world
Unluckiest girl
She who has been showered by the heaven's misfortune
Those names listed above are just some of the insults given to her. It's not even an exaggeration that almost all of the negative words to describe her in terms of outer appearance are thrown right at her every day. Let's hide her in the code name 'missfortune' shall we? Alright. This girl right here gets bullied every day. Every. Single. Day. There's no exception— students, teachers, staff, and random people would make fun of her physical characteristics. You might be wondering why she's still studying in an actual school when she can just go for home schooling?
Well, this girl right here is an orphan. No one ever had the mercy to adopt her. Not even the people from the orphanage so she ended up in the streets. Whenever it rains, she rushes inside a public toilet until it stops. In order to live, she has to study and work at the same time. Early in the morning before sun even rises, she works as a public toilet cleaner and earns just about— well, it's too outrageous to mention.
She's in a local public school where everyone apparently bullies her. After school, she wouldn't even have the time to eat her dinner since she has to work with the musicians. Yes, musicians— like singers, producers, music directors, and more. They use her voice as a substitute for 'singers' who can't sing live. Since she's also great in composing songs, producers hire her too. Maybe imperfect by her outer appearance, she's gifted with a very beautiful voice and a talent for composing. But she never gets credited for her hardwork. Either way, she wouldn't really mind, she thinks she should just be grateful she earns enough money for her to at least breathe and survive in her everyday life.
"Xienhao, can I get your autograph?" She squealed in excitement as she stretched her arms, handing her old notebook to a famous Chinese singer standing in front of her.
This actually is her one and only notebook she uses since she can't afford to buy another one. Bummer, if you may think but for her, she finds it convenient as it is an all-in-one notebook for her daily life.
"Learn to respect and get away from him." One of the music directors sternly commanded as security guards pulled her away from the singer and threw her out of the room.
"Hey, no fair! I composed and produced a song for him and you're not letting me have an autograph from him?"
She frowned, stomping her feet as if she wants to break the music director's neck right now. Of course, it's a precious chance she's got right there— she only needs to get a signature and she'll be more than satisfied from all of the hardwork she's gone through.
He just rolled his eyes and bent down to her level and cockily scoffed, "You're too ugly for him."
She just winced and stood back, "I know I'm too ugly for anyone but please," she paused and stretched her hand once again to give the notebook and hoping to accept it this time as she repeated, "I did all the composing and producing. . . I don't ask for a kiss, a hug, a touch, or anything— just a simple handwriting from him is enough. Why are you being selfish?"
"Because—"
"You don't even own him, Mister."
He growled like an actual beast as he snatched the notebook from her grip and aggressively tore the notebook into pieces with a blunt face expression topped off with an arrogant smirk after dropping the last bit of the notebook.
She was dumbfounded yet enraged at the same time but she clenched her fists together, keeping her calm and trying to prevent herself from bursting out.
"Cry all you want, we don't need you anyway." He clicked his tongue and turned on his back to way away.
He stopped between his steps and spoke without turning around, "But since I'm a nice guy, I'll thank you for giving us a song that will always be ranked as number 1 in music awards." He finished off with a conceited laugh.
Missfortune paid no heed to his cold words and slowly got down on her knees as she tried to piece back together all the torn pages. All of her self-composed songs, ideas, schoolwork reminders, and to-do list are there and now she's helpless because she can't retrieve that one important thing in her life that has been destroyed. She held her tears back, not wanting to cry over a 'notebook' so she got up and ran out of the music building.
"It's okay, it's okay. You can buy another one next year if you can earn more, okay?" She whispered to herself, trying to brush it off by being a little positive as she hugged herself, running on the streets until she finally has reached her 'home'.
Despite all of these hardships, she's still trying to be optimistic. Missfortune has always been optimistic. Whenever she gets sad, she would just force a smile and let herself be happy. Maybe sometimes she can get really angry especially whenever someone insults her below the belt, she would snap back but the truth is she never wanted to hurt anybody's feelings. She even sometimes makes fun of herself too to keep herself from hurting others. Although sometimes she gets extremely sad, she doesn't let her frustration get into her. Well, she sees the world as a beautiful place and she has to live with it.
"Will I ever have friends?"
"Will I ever be beautiful in someone's eyes?"
"Will I ever be respected?"
"Will I ever have a normal life like others?"
"Will I ever be treated as a human?"
"I. . . I miss Gege. . ."
She mumbled to herself, pulling up a smelly rag as her blanket and positions her head on a sack of rice. She looked up the stars with full of hope in her eyes and smiled to herself.
"One day, I will be one of those stars."
One of her classmates threw a pen on her head to catch her attention.
She scratched her head first and turned around to reach for the notebook, "Okay, please give me a minute!"
She smiled and carefully picked the notebook up to scan a few pages full of mathematical problems.
"Me too."
"Hey, me too, ugly."
"Don't forget mine!"
More and more notebooks stack on her desk as one by one also leave the room.
"Come on, she can solve it herself. Let's go grab lunch!"
The remaining girls giggled to themselves as they left the room.
"Bye, ugly broom!" One of them yelled in a distance as it echoed throughout the hallway.
Not only the students must have heard it but the teachers too and as always, they would laugh and make fun of her again. You've read that right— even teachers would make fun of her.
"I'll sweep myself then!" She laughed at herself, realizing no one is there inside the room except herself, as she started to solve the complicated problems on each of her classmates' notebooks.
Stick
Skinny btch
Lonely broom
Loner
Ugly
Useless
Smelly
Nerd
Poop-face
Ugliest creature in the whole world
Unluckiest girl
She who has been showered by the heaven's misfortune
Those names listed above are just some of the insults given to her. It's not even an exaggeration that almost all of the negative words to describe her in terms of outer appearance are thrown right at her every day. Let's hide her in the code name 'missfortune' shall we? Alright. This girl right here gets bullied every day. Every. Single. Day. There's no exception— students, teachers, staff, and random people would make fun of her physical characteristics. You might be wondering why she's still studying in an actual school when she can just go for home schooling?
Well, this girl right here is an orphan. No one ever had the mercy to adopt her. Not even the people from the orphanage so she ended up in the streets. Whenever it rains, she rushes inside a public toilet until it stops. In order to live, she has to study and work at the same time. Early in the morning before sun even rises, she works as a public toilet cleaner and earns just about— well, it's too outrageous to mention.
She's in a local public school where everyone apparently bullies her. After school, she wouldn't even have the time to eat her dinner since she has to work with the musicians. Yes, musicians— like singers, producers, music directors, and more. They use her voice as a substitute for 'singers' who can't sing live. Since she's also great in composing songs, producers hire her too. Maybe imperfect by her outer appearance, she's gifted with a very beautiful voice and a talent for composing. But she never gets credited for her hardwork. Either way, she wouldn't really mind, she thinks she should just be grateful she earns enough money for her to at least breathe and survive in her everyday life.
"Xienhao, can I get your autograph?" She squealed in excitement as she stretched her arms, handing her old notebook to a famous Chinese singer standing in front of her.
This actually is her one and only notebook she uses since she can't afford to buy another one. Bummer, if you may think but for her, she finds it convenient as it is an all-in-one notebook for her daily life.
"Learn to respect and get away from him." One of the music directors sternly commanded as security guards pulled her away from the singer and threw her out of the room.
"Hey, no fair! I composed and produced a song for him and you're not letting me have an autograph from him?"
She frowned, stomping her feet as if she wants to break the music director's neck right now. Of course, it's a precious chance she's got right there— she only needs to get a signature and she'll be more than satisfied from all of the hardwork she's gone through.
He just rolled his eyes and bent down to her level and cockily scoffed, "You're too ugly for him."
She just winced and stood back, "I know I'm too ugly for anyone but please," she paused and stretched her hand once again to give the notebook and hoping to accept it this time as she repeated, "I did all the composing and producing. . . I don't ask for a kiss, a hug, a touch, or anything— just a simple handwriting from him is enough. Why are you being selfish?"
"Because—"
"You don't even own him, Mister."
He growled like an actual beast as he snatched the notebook from her grip and aggressively tore the notebook into pieces with a blunt face expression topped off with an arrogant smirk after dropping the last bit of the notebook.
She was dumbfounded yet enraged at the same time but she clenched her fists together, keeping her calm and trying to prevent herself from bursting out.
"Cry all you want, we don't need you anyway." He clicked his tongue and turned on his back to way away.
He stopped between his steps and spoke without turning around, "But since I'm a nice guy, I'll thank you for giving us a song that will always be ranked as number 1 in music awards." He finished off with a conceited laugh.
Missfortune paid no heed to his cold words and slowly got down on her knees as she tried to piece back together all the torn pages. All of her self-composed songs, ideas, schoolwork reminders, and to-do list are there and now she's helpless because she can't retrieve that one important thing in her life that has been destroyed. She held her tears back, not wanting to cry over a 'notebook' so she got up and ran out of the music building.
"It's okay, it's okay. You can buy another one next year if you can earn more, okay?" She whispered to herself, trying to brush it off by being a little positive as she hugged herself, running on the streets until she finally has reached her 'home'.
Despite all of these hardships, she's still trying to be optimistic. Missfortune has always been optimistic. Whenever she gets sad, she would just force a smile and let herself be happy. Maybe sometimes she can get really angry especially whenever someone insults her below the belt, she would snap back but the truth is she never wanted to hurt anybody's feelings. She even sometimes makes fun of herself too to keep herself from hurting others. Although sometimes she gets extremely sad, she doesn't let her frustration get into her. Well, she sees the world as a beautiful place and she has to live with it.
"Will I ever have friends?"
"Will I ever be beautiful in someone's eyes?"
"Will I ever be respected?"
"Will I ever have a normal life like others?"
"Will I ever be treated as a human?"
"I. . . I miss Gege. . ."
She mumbled to herself, pulling up a smelly rag as her blanket and positions her head on a sack of rice. She looked up the stars with full of hope in her eyes and smiled to herself.
"One day, I will be one of those stars."
Notes
i'm sorry if i haven't updated in a while, it's just that i was away and do stuff lol. but anyways, this was a bit short omg the next one will be kinda long idk lol.
thank you for your kind and funny comments. honestly appreciate them <3 thank you soooo much! see you in the next chapter ^^
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