Gorgeous

An Introduction

Introduce my name Puspita Indah Kirana, I was born and settled in Bandung until now. I live in the middle of a simple family. My father worked in a private company and my mother was just a common housewife, our economic situation is so.

My neighbors and my brothers said, I was born fat, white and with hanging hair. Ah, but what's the point of the mass story. I'm still fat now, but the white skin and the curly hair hanging it where it went.

High School is definitely the worst time of my life right now. Because of this obesity I am like an alien among them. Whether I was there or not in class, my friends never realized. SMP is my life, always alone....

As for the friends talking to me if not for insulting, they only need my pr-book for them to cheat.

Bully and insults are no stranger to my ears, although I actually feel uncomfortable but what can I do. Once I tried to fight back, but the edges remained the same they were even more vociferously yelling at me, making fun of me as if I was worse than they had previously said.

I was actually reluctant to go back to school, I thought it might be better if I just looked for a job after graduating Junior High maybe I could work in a factory or make a business, but because of the parents and also the scholarship I got to this school. Yes, the popular school parents dream for their children. A school where only the children of rich and accomplished people can enter this school. Even though I'm not the only child of poor people in this school, but those who have a family background "nothing" like me always fared the same, but those who have a family background "nothing" like me always fared the same, yeah being a bully and their lackeys rich kids.

"Eh the Emu, good morning Emu" said my classmate Faisal.

As usual, I did not answer. Because they never said my name correctly.

Where did the nickname come from, what I know is that it is a pun on emoo, aka cow's voice.

I've complained to BK teachers many times about their bullying, but BK teachers answer is always the same "That's just joking, maybe you're too sensitive."

Hemmmp, even so in this School I became one of the students most relied on my teachers, for the matter of achievement I pretty much contributed to the study of science, and literature in the field of poetry for my school, for my school, well if not then where could I possibly get into this school.

Oya, another Bi Sumi. He also relied on me to continue supplying snacks as well as his canteen fry every morning, hehe...

Because Bi Sumi came home every hour from school, I always got more excited. Because, every after school we always calculate sales and divide the results. From that money, I could go to school every morning and help my parents' finances, at least I didn't bother them too much.

"Eh Mu why daydream, where's your math PR book ?" Said Gladis the most beautiful girl in our force.

"This.." I said as I thrust out my PR book

Always so every day, sometimes I am also reluctant to give my PR book but what happens after they always force to reach into my bag and then tear it. So rather than that happening I better give it to her.

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And the lesson began, as usual we passed the hour by hour the lesson well. However, in the second lesson of Mr. Revelation my English teacher told me to come to the teacher's room during the break.

"Riiiiiingggg.." the sound of the alarm breaks..

With a heart that has been pounding, and questions that suddenly appear in my heart, I follow the steps of Mr. Revelation towards the teacher's room.

"You go to the vice principal's room, see Mr Adibal?" Said Pak Wahyu when he arrived in the teacher's room.

The more uncertain my feelings...

"Tock.. Tok.." the sound of my hand knocking on the door

"Come in" said Mr. Adibal from behind the door.

"Sit" Mr. Adibal ordered when I opened the door.

"Pita, as you know the science race yesterday our school team became the 2nd champion, and your teammate Agas some time ago resigned due to change schools. While soon we will have a district/city level science competition. Do you have any materials for the competition?" ask Mr. Adibal

"Not yet sir" I answered

"Gini loh Pit, we can not participate in this competition. But what about your scholarship, yesterday there was also an internal meeting of the school committee. And as a result, the school will revoke scholarships for some students whose achievements are declining and who in one semester do not donate degrees to school. So, this competition is your way to maintain the scholarship. But, because one team must have 2 people and Agas does not exist, we have to choose again students who will later one team with you. It could not be if you prepare the materials for the competition first while we look for students for your teammates." Mr. Adibal explained

"Well sir" I said lethargic.

"Yes, then please be prepared" said Mr. Adibal who then invited me to leave his room.

After that conversation I became pessimistic about the continuation of my school, many questions in my head about the termination of this scholarship...

"Maybe the Foundation has run out of funds to cover the cost of student education with scholarships, or maybe this is the way the school will eventually pay for school fees" I said in my heart as I walked down the school hallways to my class.

At that time every question in the mind that never ceases to make it difficult to concentrate on the subjects discussed after the hour of rest passed. All I thought about was what if the scholarship was dropped and how I could continue my schooling.

Until the hour of school came and the rumbling sounds of people scattering out of the classroom could not break the question in my mind, instead came another question that had not crossed my mind before.

"Do I have to tell Mom and Dad? What if they are disappointed? Then, what if they think my student was taken off because I acted in school?" Ahhh, it felt like it was my last time at this school, even though there was a chance that it would not happen.

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