School of Tears

Your mom met your father later again during her studies. It was hard for her because other girls bullied her. Whenever they wanted, almost anywhere. She hated school and her classroom. No one was truly her friend. She cried nearly every night at home. She met him one day after her bullies left her and ran to class. She was walking to the infirmary, trying to hide bruises, and he walked into her from around the corner.

“I am sorry, I wasn’t really looking where I was going,” she apologized.

“It’s okay; I was in my thoughts, too,” he said and looked at her. “We meet again,” he smiled at her.

She was surprised. It was him. Again. She met her love again. She smiled back.

“Long time no see,” she grinned. “Do you think we can talk later?”

“Yes, of course. Meet me at lunchtime,” he said. “I am on the 2nd floor.”

“Alright then,” she nodded and walked away.

She got her wounds treated and went to class in a long-sleeved shirt. Her injuries weren’t that visible now. When the lesson ended, she met your father, and they talked the whole break. They caught up as much as they could. And this is how her love blossomed for him again. Girls bullied her more when they found out about them and their friendship. She hid everything from him. She didn’t tell him anything because they threatened her that if she told him, she would make sure that she would get expelled from school.

Your father found out just because one of the girls who bullied your mother came with him closer to the area where others and she were. She was bullied again, and your father saved her from them. They went away and left her all alone with him.

“I didn’t know because I was out of it.”

That was what he told her. She understood that he might know about it if he were in the same class. She stood up and made her way to the infirmary; your father helped her to walk. She told him a little about bullying. She told him not to contact her anymore because it would get worse. The bullying stopped, thanks to your father. Your mother got successfully into her last year of studies.