I freed myself by walking to school, my father had offered to drive me.

  While walking I thought more deeply about the things I had ignored. Unfortunately, I came to no new conclusions regarding myself or my father.

  However, there were other things I had to do.

  I decided to wait until lunch to talk to Jane. Our previous phone calls were not exactly pleasant.

  Once again when I arrived at the school gates eyes turned away from me. Their shame, guilt, or fear forcing them to avoid me.

  Before, I could feel their anger and oppression directed at me, however now they all hid any part of themselves from me. Somehow it was not better.

  Even if a part of me hated these people for what they did, I didn’t want them to ignore me.

  I walked into my classroom which was now only half empty, but still without anybody daring to even look at me.

  I sat in my chair and laid my face down on my desk like usual. If I didn’t do this they would all stay as stiff as a statue the entire time.

  There was nothing that happened, nobody who talked to me, It was like I was invisible. Everybody ignored my presence, and it felt horrible.

  I did not exist here anymore, abandoned in a different way.

  Nothing I could do would change what they thought of me. Even if I now did something horribly wrong, nobody would dare oppose me.

  I could now do anything, but that made nothing worth doing.

  Eventually lunch came along, and I was bored out of my mind. I quickly walked out of the classroom, to nobody's reaction.

  I sat down at the same place I had lunch the day before, hopefully somebody would eat with me. I waited minute by minute, thinking deeply about my school life.

  Unsuccessful was a little tame to describe the level of my failure.

  By an ordinary person's standards?

  Friends?

  The people I consider my friends don’t think the same of me.

  Grades?

  I had missed too many days to have good grades.

  Enjoying myself?

  I didn’t even need to reason for this one.

  Future?

  Passion?

  Enjoying this book? Seek out the original to ensure the author gets credit.

  Romance?

  By an ordinary person's standards I was abysmal, but then what did I have?

  Skills?

  Besides my ability, I didn’t have much. Beside intelligence, there was little to nothing.

  Reputation?

  The former devil, turned victim that everybody ignores.

  A goal?

  I did have a goal, to help those six girls. To imprison Kurt.

  In the end I ate lunch alone. Without Kaede, Jane, or Abby joining me for lunch. I had wanted to take this opportunity to talk to Jane, because I couldn't rest yet. I had dealt with Johnny, but Kurt was a much bigger threat.

  Through some simple research I had found out a little about Kurt’s background. He was the nephew of an infamous businessman. The uncle’s business was run very well, and mostly ethically.

  However, there were various scandals that lead nowhere. This likely meant that somebody was covering up anything bad for the company, which would include any of Kurt’s crimes.

  With access to vast connections, and the best lawyers money could buy, making sure Kurt would go to jail would be difficult.

  School continued, and right before it was supposed to be over the door to our class was opened. Walking through came two police officers, different from the previous pair. The entire class became a bit more tense, but it wasn’t superficially obvious.

  “We are here for Azure Barrett.” One of the two officers spoke loudly.

  I had expected this to happen, but in such a way.

  Suddenly, a girl from our class stood up.

  “I knew all of it was lies, Johnny is always right, Azure is a disgusting criminal.” She said with a slight authority.

  However this had no influence on the rest of the class. They no longer wanted to trust others' words so easily. Plus, what they were doing here was obvious.

  “Actually, Azure is not the suspect but the victim of this case.” One of the Officers responded.

  The blatantly annoying girl quickly sat back down onto her chair.

  I now stood up, ignoring most of their conversation.

  “You should know that I have previously faced the corruption of the police?” I sent a message.

  “Of course, we have no intention of making anything inconvenient for you.” They understood. I would not allow anyone to bully me.

  I walked down the halls with the officers, this time with free hands. Though I sat in the same back seat in their police car they even offered me water and chips. It was much better going through this a second time.

  I was then brought to the same interrogation room I had been abused in before.

  The police officers brought sodas and a manner of snacks for me. It reminded me of the stark difference with the previous food they gave to me.

  I started snacking lazily, a wide table of food in front of me.

  Eventually, the two officers came in and sat down.

  They very respectfully and kindly asked about the news article. I answered truthfully.

  They furthered their questions, but never tried to insult me. Eventually they came to know about almost everything. Johnny's accusations, the bullying, and the ignorance of the adults.

  I finally pulled out all the evidence I had been holding onto.

  “It was all true.” One of the two officers, a woman with brown hair, spoke sadly.

  “Can we see the injury on your back?” The other officer, a man with blonde hair, asked.

  I nodded and took off my shirt and bandages. The police did not make a sound while inspecting my back, however when I faced them again they looked less bright.

  They then asked me about specific people, who would obviously become the targets of the investigation.

  I only listed the names of the worst people, which included the students who physically bullied me, the teachers who ignored me, as well as Johnny and the Principal. Anybody else might have just followed, and I didn’t want to push this ‘that’ far.

  “And what about Greta, the girl who accused you of rape?” The man asked.

  “I have already made amends with her, and she has already gained my forgiveness.” I spoke without hesitation, I didn’t want to burn crossed bridges.