Chapter 2

"The guys are all staring at her. Hers are so big. How embarrassing…" a third joined in.

Under everyone's piercing stares, I desperately held back the tears welling in my eyes.

I hunched over, trying to hide my chest, and kept telling myself no one would notice.

Thankfully, Mr. Chevalier quickly allowed me to rejoin the class. I blended into the crowd with relief.

Thereafter, Mr. Chevalier split us into four teams to face off in pairs.

Because I was short, I was told to stand in the back.

I stood there timidly, trying to hide myself. Though I was sweating profusely, I still tried my best to keep others from noticing that I was “different.”

At long last, the bell rang for recess.

After I put on my oversized school uniform, I turned around, only to see a bunch of schoolboys sitting under a tree, casting me demeaning looks.

I covered my face with my long, flowing hair and hurried past.

Behind me, they burst out into loud laughter and began chanting, "Moo! Moo! Noella, your udders are showing!"

Their jeering echoed across the entire school field.

This kind of thing happened to me every time I had gym classes.

And each time it happened, I felt so mortified I just wanted to burrow into the ground and hide.

But there was nowhere to hide. What was worse, in my hurry, I tripped and fell flat on my face, leading to louder laughter.

However, the worse was yet to come.

Someone snapped a photo of me and posted it on the school forum.

[This is Noella from my class. Does it look like she's not wearing a bra?]

[She's definitely not wearing, and I'll bet you a pack of fries too. You can even see her nipples!]

[Look at those guys, their eyes are glued to her. Maybe she's deliberately not wearing one. What a disgusting bitch!]

[Noella's a moo-moo cow! I can see her udders!]

The post spread like wildfire. In just one afternoon, I could hear everyone in school discussing in hushed voices whether I was wearing a bra or not.

Some students even hid themselves outside my classroom window to spy on me.

The bolder ones simply came up to me and asked, "Hey, Noella, I made a bet with someone that you're not wearing a bra. So, are you wearing one or not?"

And the cycle kept repeating.

The whole thing spiraled out of control, and in the end, I was summoned to the principal's office.

When Mom arrived, she looked absolutely livid.

Before my class teacher, Mrs. Lannister, could even say a word, Mom slapped me right across the face.

I clutched my cheek in dismay.

Mom then started yelling at me hysterically, “What's with you? Just because I won’t buy you a bra, you went to your teacher to kick up a fuss? Noella, you’re so scheming!

“Do you think I’ll buy it for you just because you’re making a scene in front of the teacher? Let me warn you. Even if you die today, I won’t buy you a bra. Why do you need a bra? Are you going to work as a prostitute? Huh?”

In front of everyone, Mom vented all her anger on me.

At the same time, she inadvertently revealed the truth to everyone, which was that I never wore a bra all along.

People nearby were snickering under their breath, especially those boys who had put my picture up on the school forum.

As I watched Mom's furious face, my tears began flowing down my face.

I couldn't take it anymore. I shoved Mom aside with all my might and dashed out of the principal's office.

Behind me, I could hear Mom and Mrs. Lannister talking. "Mrs. Lannister, I'm so sorry to have troubled you…"

"Mrs. Faber, I called you here today because Noella's growing up. Sometimes, parents need to be more attentive to their kids as they go through puberty," Mrs. Lannister reminded kindly.

I had nowhere to go, so I hid myself in the deserted wing within the school premises.

I huddled on the ground, buried my head between my knees, and wept bitterly.

Only when the surroundings became completely dark did I realize it was already night.

I got up quickly and headed out. If I returned home late, Mom would be mad at me.

But just as I was about to exit the school gate, a group of older girls taller than me blocked my way.

"Are you Noella?" they demanded.

Without waiting for an answer, they hauled me to the girls' bathroom.

Once the door was shut, they started beating me up.

Countless stinging slaps landed on my face. Then they stomped on me and forced my head into the filthy toilet bowl.

After that, they forced me to kneel and beg them for forgiveness.

Even after I did, they did not let me off.

They tore my clothes off and started taking pictures and filming everything with their phones.

At the same time, they also pointed at me and laughed derisively. "Hahaha! She really isn't wearing a bra! This is so hilarious!"

"Her mom said it herself, so it must be true, isn't it? Just like her mom said, she's just some cheap slut who's only interested in seducing guys!" said someone who had overheard Mom.

I curled my body up protectively. I was so scared I dared not utter a sound.

I didn't even dare to sob out loud.