Around midday on the sixth day of final exams.

By now, I’d gotten used to the occasional glares from others and was sitting in my usual corner in the dining hall, waiting for my food.

When I first started noticing all these blatant stares, I was a bit nervous, honestly.

It’s not like I was a stranger to being disliked, but rarely did people look at me so openly. Usually, they avoided me, wary of getting on my bad side.

But I realized soon enough that there was nothing to worry about.

In the end, they were just staring. They …