The love game of the three princesses
Chapter 1 Ordinary Girl Wang Mengyan
"Wang Mengyan, can you concentrate on listening in class!" The teacher knocked on my head.
"Teacher, I'm listening." I whispered, but the teacher couldn't hear me at all.
"Look at you, what have you learned?" The teacher pointed to my head. In fact, I am not very bad. I was in the first grade of junior high school, and I was about 100 in the grade. It's not pleasing to the eye, and it troubles me all day long.
"If you let me see it again next time, you can wait to invite the parents." The teacher waved, and I sat down. I deliberately ignored the ridicule of my classmates. Looking for parents, looking for them every day, alas, she really doesn't bother.
My name is Wang Mengyan, and I am 12 years old this year.At home, I am a good girl, my parents love me very much, but at school, I am really hated by everyone, everyone hates me, no one wants to play with me, but I am used to these things, primary school 6 In [-], I survived like this. They all said that I was ugly, that I was ugly, and that I was a cursed person. If anyone became friends with me, they would be unlucky. It is such a rumor that no one is willing to accept it. I.
Even my relatives hate me very much. I have a cousin who is very beautiful and can talk very well, so everyone compares me with her when they have nothing to do, saying that I am not as good as her, and that is not as good as hers. Well, if my cousin does something wrong, it will be blamed on me, because my cousin's eloquent mouth makes my family feel that I am responsible for all the bad things.
Because I am ugly, even 7- and 8-year-old children know to bully me. Sometimes a group of children will beat me, and they will throw their garbage bags at me, and some will throw them back and hit me. It hurts, it hurts.
In school, they bullied me, made trouble for me, and sometimes used me to vent their anger and beat me. I can bear it, but I can't bear them talking about my parents. Once a boy scolded me I took the pencil case and threw it on his head. In the end, the teacher actually spoke to him and asked me to apologize to him.
At that time, I really understood that in the eyes of the teacher, he also hated me so much. The teacher wanted to drive me out of the school quickly. The teacher was so hypocritical. Some girls were just sweets, so the teacher talked to them.
Let me tell the truth, the teacher asked my parents, cut, I know, they look down on me, my parents are not educated, my family lives on the subsistence allowances, who can look down on such a girl, let alone that girl is still ugly, Who would like it again!
They like to play tricks on me. Once, they told me that they were wrong and wanted to apologize to me, but they forgot the gift of apology in the toilet and asked me to get it. I went, but they put me in the toilet. They played ghosts to scare me, and I was locked there at night, but I developed a fever the next day.
I recovered from illness, and when I went back to class, the teacher whispered, "Why didn't I burn to death!" The students still looked at the show and said, "How about it, are you satisfied with our gift?" Then they laughed, How do you see, I am the one who is hated by thousands of people, no one likes me, except my parents, everyone hates me, I can't wait to let me out of their sight and far away from them.
Moreover, there is one thing that makes me wonder if I am the biological daughter of my parents, that is, my eyes are purple, because of these eyes, others say that I am a monster, I asked my mother, and my mother said that I am their daughter, Let me stop thinking about it. . . . .
But is this really the case?
"Teacher, I'm listening." I whispered, but the teacher couldn't hear me at all.
"Look at you, what have you learned?" The teacher pointed to my head. In fact, I am not very bad. I was in the first grade of junior high school, and I was about 100 in the grade. It's not pleasing to the eye, and it troubles me all day long.
"If you let me see it again next time, you can wait to invite the parents." The teacher waved, and I sat down. I deliberately ignored the ridicule of my classmates. Looking for parents, looking for them every day, alas, she really doesn't bother.
My name is Wang Mengyan, and I am 12 years old this year.At home, I am a good girl, my parents love me very much, but at school, I am really hated by everyone, everyone hates me, no one wants to play with me, but I am used to these things, primary school 6 In [-], I survived like this. They all said that I was ugly, that I was ugly, and that I was a cursed person. If anyone became friends with me, they would be unlucky. It is such a rumor that no one is willing to accept it. I.
Even my relatives hate me very much. I have a cousin who is very beautiful and can talk very well, so everyone compares me with her when they have nothing to do, saying that I am not as good as her, and that is not as good as hers. Well, if my cousin does something wrong, it will be blamed on me, because my cousin's eloquent mouth makes my family feel that I am responsible for all the bad things.
Because I am ugly, even 7- and 8-year-old children know to bully me. Sometimes a group of children will beat me, and they will throw their garbage bags at me, and some will throw them back and hit me. It hurts, it hurts.
In school, they bullied me, made trouble for me, and sometimes used me to vent their anger and beat me. I can bear it, but I can't bear them talking about my parents. Once a boy scolded me I took the pencil case and threw it on his head. In the end, the teacher actually spoke to him and asked me to apologize to him.
At that time, I really understood that in the eyes of the teacher, he also hated me so much. The teacher wanted to drive me out of the school quickly. The teacher was so hypocritical. Some girls were just sweets, so the teacher talked to them.
Let me tell the truth, the teacher asked my parents, cut, I know, they look down on me, my parents are not educated, my family lives on the subsistence allowances, who can look down on such a girl, let alone that girl is still ugly, Who would like it again!
They like to play tricks on me. Once, they told me that they were wrong and wanted to apologize to me, but they forgot the gift of apology in the toilet and asked me to get it. I went, but they put me in the toilet. They played ghosts to scare me, and I was locked there at night, but I developed a fever the next day.
I recovered from illness, and when I went back to class, the teacher whispered, "Why didn't I burn to death!" The students still looked at the show and said, "How about it, are you satisfied with our gift?" Then they laughed, How do you see, I am the one who is hated by thousands of people, no one likes me, except my parents, everyone hates me, I can't wait to let me out of their sight and far away from them.
Moreover, there is one thing that makes me wonder if I am the biological daughter of my parents, that is, my eyes are purple, because of these eyes, others say that I am a monster, I asked my mother, and my mother said that I am their daughter, Let me stop thinking about it. . . . .
But is this really the case?
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