C1 CHAPTER 1

"Mom I'm going first!"

There was the scream of a girl in a hurry, with her mouth biting on a piece of toast, layered with chocolate jam inside. He simply left the dining table, putting on a pair of shoes before finally leaving the house.

"Be careful on the road, honey. Don't forget to finish your breakfast!" A mother answered from the kitchen.

Didn't have time to kiss her daughter's forehead, because she was still washing the dishes, while her daughter was in a hurry to go to school. It was too late for the girl to say goodbye to her mother first.

"That boy never changes," he grumbled, washing his foamy hands with running water, then drying them on the rags of his shirt.

The woman, approximately four years old, resumed washing dishes which had been stopped because of Angel Wings' actions.

Yes, the stocky girl who just ran earlier, has the name Angel Wings. Nothing wrong with hearing that name.

The beautiful name that both parents gave to their daughter. Both parents have high hopes for their children. Including Angel who started to enter high school.

Meanwhile, Angel was still trying to run, with a piece of bread in his mouth. Passing a slightly hilly path to the bus stop in front of there.

Angel can't eat properly. Just imagine, he eats while running? That's not very good. It could be that this careless act will make Angel hurt in the future.

"Shit... Why do I have to wake up so late? I set the alarm at six in the morning, but why am I still late too?"

"This is my first day of high school. I have to get to school soon before the school gates close later."

Angel continued to accelerate his running speed. What's he like? Angel is not like women or people in general. Angel has another side which of course makes him lose. His weight exceeds the average teenager his age.

"I have to get to school soon."

In this area is difficult to find public transport. The house that Angel lives in is quite far from the local bus stop.

Angel tried to get up on time, even though he had set the alarm he still overslept. While eating a piece of bread that his mother had prepared, Angel finally arrived at the bus stop.

"Where's the bus? It's already 8:00. Local time, has the bus passed?"

It was five minutes past the scheduled bus arrival. The stocky body made Angel's run falter. With a bodyweight of eighty kilograms, it is clear that Angel is difficult to move quickly.

The proof is when running. The distance between his house and the bus stop is only a few hundred meters. However, to Angel, it felt thousands of kilometers.

He ate another piece of bread that was still left in his right hand. Then, chewing it very well, Angel occasionally looked at the watch in his left hand, looked left and right, there was no sign of a passing vehicle.

"I'm so late!" she cried anxiously. His heart was so restless that he couldn't standstill.

"What should I do? If I keep waiting until the next bus arrives, I'll be very late..."

"Thinking Angel..." he mumbled, chomping down on the bread.

BRUSH….

"Aaaaa…" Something disgusting had soaked his clothes. Drove from a distance at full speed.

While he was thinking, suddenly a red supercar flashed past Angel. Because it rained last night in that area, the result created a puddle near the stop when the supercar passed, so the dirty puddle water splashed on Angel.

Yes, his white and new clothes must be dirty due to some of the puddle water splashing his clothes.

"Yes! Hey rich man!"

Angel called the driver. He waved his hand and widened his eyes. Raising his voice so that his screams could be heard. However, the supercar did not want to stop.

"Aaaa…. You rich man! May your life always be unlucky, forever and ever!"

Angel cursed the driver loudly. Anyone who is behind the wheel of the car will experience bad luck during his life. That's what Angel hoped for. In retaliation for the mess, the driver had made earlier.

"Now what should I do? My clothes are wet and dirty. I can't go to school in these clothes."

Frustrated, hurt, and devastated. Three feelings that describe Angel now. To the driver, Angel thanked him. For what reason? Because he had made Angel feel ashamed.

Unashamed of her condition, Angel finally arrived at class. He entered with his head down while holding back his shame.

The teacher who taught kept squeaking scolding him. While the other friends continued to laugh at him too, without thinking about his feelings.

"Look! He's so dirty. We have a scavenger in our class… Hahaha. Look at his clothes, hahaha," mocked one of the students.

"He is not a scavenger, but more appropriately called a beggar, hahaha," continued another.

"Hey, not a beggar ..." said another student who did not want to lose.

"What's that?" said the boy with the loudest voice.

"Poor!" he shouted back, who was sitting in the very back.

HA HA HA …

One class burst into laughter. Even the teacher on duty today laughed at Angel, without feeling guilty.

He gripped the straps of his backpack. Angel lowered his embarrassed face. Biting the lower lip, continuously. Swallowing saliva, his breath was still ragged, Angel didn't think it would end like this.

He ended up being ridiculed by everyone without exception, the teacher who was supposed to be defending him instead laughed along as if he was an idiot and deserved to be insulted.

Angel couldn't lift his head. Even too shy to show his face.

"To you for making me like this. I hope we never meet again." Angel thought. The big hope is that we don't meet the irresponsible driver.

Laugh and laugh. His ears felt hot. Angel couldn't do much. He realized he was late and came to class in disgusting condition. It's only natural to make everyone ridicule.

Angel is not strong anymore. He was too embarrassed to stand there for long. His chest was tight, his ears kept ringing and his head felt like it was going to burst.

He goes. Angel chose to run away from the class, even though he was a new student there. No one cares about this, including the teacher in charge of teaching this class.

Was Angel called? Not.

He was let go because his presence would only bring havoc to the class, of course, teaching and learning activities would be disrupted.

Bad first day. Getting insulted makes Angel will never raise his head in this school.

Angel ran into the backyard, sobbing under a shady tree. He spilled his heart out under the tree. Talking, making the tree a place to pour out his feelings.

"Why? Why do I have to get this humiliation? Why am I always humiliated, ignored, and as if thrown away? Why? Why have you never been fair to me God?"

He complained to God Almighty. Tears poured out of his eyes with deep regret.

Angel lamented his unlucky fate. The people around him always insult and berate him like trash.

"This is my first day at school. Why do you have to make fun of me like this God? What is my fault and sin, so that I can never feel happy?"

Everything Angel spilled under the big tree. Angel complained everything to the Creator of the universe.

"Do I not deserve happiness like other people? At least just once, let myself have happiness. Can't I get that?"

There were tears in her eyes. The first day of school which should have been a happy moment is now just a regret.

Angel's greatest hope is. He will make many friends at his new school, even though Angel knows who he is?

Big body and not have a beautiful appearance. Would anyone want to be friends with an ugly girl like her?

"From the start, I should have realized who I am? This school doesn't deserve someone like me. I had high hopes for having fun at this school. The proof is, the first day was really bad."

Lamented. Angel didn't know what else to say. The great hopes of his parents have been dashed and gone. Angel will never raise his head again in this school.

Belittled and underestimated, makes Angel frustrated and decides not to study at this school.

Angel was still crying until one of the students came to him.

"This is for you! Wipe your tears with this. It's not proper for a woman to cry alone in a lonely place. You should be in class and not here."

Someone kindly reached out for Angel. Not only that, but he also intends to give a handkerchief to Angel.

Angel lifted his head, his eyes rounded and his breath was very heavy.

"Who are you?"

Angel does not know someone who wears the same uniform as him.