The fake smile that has been on my face vanished. Nothing could replace it not even my signature smirk as all I want is not to cry.

I don't need to ask her if she meant it again.

"Great".

I picked up my blood-stained shirt as I walked out of the toilet. Good thing the school seems dey as no one heard or saw me walking out.

Looking at the stained shirt, I shrieked inwardly, reminding myself not to wear this shirt again even if I love it so much. Thinking about it alone made me chuckle as I ...