Help my Handsome Ghost

Chapters 12. the White Pigeon High School

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The bike he was riding finally entered the white pigeon school area, the favorite school in Jakarta. There are rich kids in school.

What about Cici? Does Cici also include rich people so that he can school here? Oh, naw. Even Cici felt that she was the poorest student here because she only used a bicycle to go to school.

How did he go to school in this favorite place? Yes, of course because of his smart brain so he got a scholarship to be able to attend this place which is quite expensive semester price.

One thing that makes Cici proud to be able to go to school in this place and that also makes him proud to be able to attend this place because of his brain. Not like the people who always bully him who managed to school in this place because of money from his parents.

Ah, it felt like Cici wanted to run onto the field and hit her chest firmly in front of everyone that she was this great. Not like with all of you. It feels like Cici wants to grab one by one people who always bully him and want to say this sentence right in front of his bully.

"Hey, look at Cici! The guy you've always bullied is a smart girl!"

But the fact that it says something else because of his intelligent brain causes him not to have many friends.

God, why is everyone avoiding him?

And that's what causes it to always be bullied.

Bully and bully are like there is no end to it.

Someone kicked the tire of his bicycle making Cici who had been busy putting yellow rice into the basket glanced cynically at the hordes of girls who approached him. Who else if not Nela, Teksa and Vesa.

He met twice this morning. Why do cheerful days seem to just stay away from him and must give destiny that he must be one school with their three and worse yet he must also be in the same class with they're all.

"Eh, mums! It was still early in the morning to take care of the yellow rice."

"You, yellow rice dong," added Vesa added the Teksa speech that has purple blonde hair.

Oh, yes one thing that Cici always noticed was their blonde hair. Teksa has purple blonde hair. Nela is pink and Vesa is yellow. Ah, ridiculous.

The text that poked Cici's arm made Cici not speak at all. He just hugged the basket of yellow rice tightly. Didn't want this yellow rice package to fall to the ground like what happened a few weeks ago and finally he was scolded by his Grandma for not getting money.

Well, her Grandma would turn into a monster if she didn't earn money in one day so Cici had to be careful.

Without a sound Cici stepped away close his glasses trying to sharpen his vision. He was made to fret, afraid that the gang of the centile even robbed his basket.

They're all reckless. Even once they checked the basket to make the yellow rice fall and back again Cici to Grandma who returned to being a monster, rampaging like wanting to attack the enemy alone.

No matter the sound of babbling Nela, Teksa and Vesa back there until a loud sound was heard making Cici's steps had stopped but, he stepped back. Of course the bike must have been pushed and crashed into the parking area because of them all.

Don't know why they've always bullied him. Are they not bored even Cici was tired of being bullied like this.

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He's Aunt Zahira, the owner of the cafeteria at the school. She was also a very good woman for never turning down Cici's yellow rice packets for sale.

"Okay, after school you get the basket, yeah!"

"Yes Aunty" he answered and stepped out of the canteen.

Zahira, the woman who accidentally made her hair was smiling looking at Cici's departure. Cici is a very kind, brave and hardworking girl. Although the girl was always bullied one school even often tortured but she never once to stop school or even skip lessons.

Although many bulllyn-ya in this school but still he never alpha to go to school. What a great girl.

"Eh, new moms from the cafeteria, nih. Bring some more yellow rice," taunted one of the schoolgirls he met as he passed out of the canteen.

Cici did not answer if answered it only added to the problem. People like them all if served will increase noise and provide new problems for Cici.

Just so you know, the one who just bullied him was not a classmate or classmate but his underclassman. Yes, Cici is 17 years old and now she has settled 3rd grade with IPA major.

Cici turned his head to look towards the canteen after he had made it past a few underclassmen who had given him a brief mockery.

Cici breathed with relief. He was finally free from his class. Ah, even her underclassmen had no respect for her seniors. Actually they all respect his seniors, except with Cici. Perhaps because of seeing other seniors who bully him into other juniors also come along.

Just now Cici turned his head and intended to step his foot now the step stopped after he managed to find three girls who were standing in front of him.

Both of Cici's eyes widened. He took a sip of his saliva after finding the figures of Nela, Teksa and Vesa standing there with a cynical look. They smiled as if they were ready to disturb him today.

His heart was beating very fast. Cici tightly grasped the part of the skirt to the knee. God, why they like to meet Cici when Cici really does not want to meet them all.

Cici took a deep breath and exhaled slowly trying to stay calm. He did not want to look scared and nervous in front of the three girls who were still staring at him.

Ish, it feels like Cici wants to pierce their eyes.

Slowly he stepped intending to pass Nela, Teksa and Vesa until finally the step was stopped when Teksa, the most prominent of the three of them, touched Cici's shoulders, both of whose eyes immediately rounded in shock.

"Where are you going?"

Cici gulped his saliva.

"Before we go, let's play!"

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