“Ren!” I didn’t turn around but walked faster to the school gate.
“Ren!” She caught my shoulder and made me turned around. I met with those green eyes. Teacher had long beautiful black hair. She always had that smile that at first I thought as a ridiculous one.
“Ren, please talk to me. Why you always covered in bruises?”
“It’s none of your business.”
“Ren, please! You can’t do this to yourself. People start to think that you’re a bad boy. They think you fight with the others. They think you’re a bad one.”
“That’s right!” At that I ran away.