At about 14 she had a Science teacher that couldn't stand her. She realized that it could only be because she didn't like the way she looked because the girl didn't talk. In fact, sometimes she went so long without talking that when she did try to talk she could barely make a sound.. She had no friends. She just sat quietly in her seat. The girl didn't like the teacher any more than the teacher liked her. She was boring and didn't appear to even know anything about Science.
One day she was talking about electrical currents and how it all worked when you plugged in your lamp. The girl glanced out the window and saw a bunch of kids out on the field playing soccer. She looked back to the front of the room and the teacher was glaring at her. It made the girl angry. Why had she singled the girl out to torment when the girl was so shy to begin with. She didn't bother anyone. She didn't talk to anyone. The girl defiantly looked out the window again. It was boys. Her eyes were bad and she couldn't make out what any of them looked like. But they were boys. Unfortunate that they hadn't been girls. Very unfortunate. The teacher called her out and accused her of staring at the boys. She hope to embarrass her. The girl wasn't embarrassed. She had learned to not show emotion and not care. That may be why the teacher wanted to make sure that the girl was punished.
The next day in gym class as the girl stripped off her shirt to put on her gym uniform she heard a bunch of gasping. She turned to see what everyone was gasping about and they were all looking at her horrified. She looked confused. One of them said, you have bruises all over your back. She turned around and quickly got her uniform on and went out to the gym. The bruises were from the belt buckle but she didn't want to talk about it. No one would care anyway.
She strongly considered going to the Science teacher and pulling up the back of her top and asking her, happy now? But she didn't.
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