Chapter 3 Hangout

It's time for the students to end their learning activities. After a long wait, the school bell finally rang loudly, using a children's song.

"Huh, are we kids? Why do we use nursery rhymes?" grumbled Marcell as he put his textbooks into his bag.

Marcell's words made Weeby immediately reply, "Whatever, the important thing is that I'm entertained," said Weeby. She was wearing her favorite cardigan.

"You don't have to listen, I'm talking to myself," Marcell replied fiercely.

"Then you're crazy, right?" Weeby chuckled softly.

"You're the crazy one, you paint your hair, are you a builder?" Marcell did not want to be outdone, he threw even more sadistic words. Suddenly, it made Weeby growl in annoyance.

"You know, I won't be able to deal with you until I die," said Weeby. Her eyes rolled lazily.

"Relax, we'll continue in hell, okay?"

"You're such a bummer, what did your mom crave until she had a kid like this? I'm surprised myself." Weeby said it again. This time, it was more serious. Seeing Marcell who was silent, shutting his mouth tightly, successfully provoked Weeby to speak again. "Why are you silent? What are you craving, I'm wondering? Fart cravings, huh?" Weeby asked originally, she narrowed her eyes, looking at Marcell.

"Here, do you want to fart on me?"

"Sure, come here," challenged Weeby as she thrust her face closer to Marcell.

Weeby's guts were big, too. Of course Marcell wouldn't do that, he was just joking, Marcell wasn't serious at all.

"I'm too lazy to listen to you, get out of here!" Marcell shouted while waving his hand, signaling Weeby to get away from him.

"Who wants to be here all the time, I want to go home too," Weeby replied fiercely, and then she began to step away from Marcell, who was still standing in place.

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"By, let's go to the mall, I haven't been there in a while," said Netta, who was sitting right beside Webby.

Weeby, Kenya, and Netta were now in Weeby's car. Weeby, who was focused on holding the steering wheel, now glanced at Netta silently. Weeby only looked at Netta for two seconds, after which she returned her focus to the road ahead.

"Yes By, it's been a long time since we went there, you agree, right?" It was Kenya's turn to exclaim. She sat on the back seat.

Exhaling slowly, Weeby said, "I don't think I can, you know, lately my father always forbids me to go after school?"

Hearing Weeby's words instantly made Kenya and Netta's faces frown.

"Your father is very protective, but once in a while it's okay to go By!" Netta pleaded again while showing puppy eyes, intending to make Weeby's heart move and obey her wishes.

"But I..."

"Just once By, just this once. Your father won't be angry," Kenya interrupted Weeby's speech. She also incited Weeby to agree.

"I'll treat you to a meal later, I miss the mall so much." Kenya replied again while chuckling softly. Her mind was already drifting to what she would do when she got to the mall later.

Reluctantly, Weeby nodded slowly. Agreeing to the words of her two best friends. Although she doubted if her father would not be angry. Ah, but hopefully. Weeby must pray more.

Suddenly, Kenya and Netta immediately cheered with excitement after Weeby gave an answer, Weeby's ears were buzzing to catch the two lovebirds' loud voices. Repeatedly, Kenya made small jumps in the back. Weeby, who was watching through the rearview mirror, just smiled at her best friend's behavior.

It took forty-five minutes to reach the mall, which was quite a long time. Moreover, it was in the afternoon, a time when traffic jams were prevalent.

"Where are we going first, eating?" Clothing store? Bags? Shoes? Make up? Or a movie?" Kenya exclaimed impatiently.

Weeby and Netta just shook their heads and smiled wryly at Kenya's enthusiasm. It was embarrassing, like she had never been to the mall.

After arguing for about five minutes, they finally agreed to go to the cafe first. Before traveling, it's better to fill your stomach first, right?

Oh yes, Weeby would also collect Kenya's promise that she would treat herself to a meal.

"I'll go to the toilet first, you two just wait here!"

Before Kenya and Netta could say yes, Weeby had already darted away. They both just stomped their feet in annoyance. They couldn't help but wait for Weeby.

Snickering, again and again, Netta stomped her feet on the floor, while Kenya folded her hands in front of her chest while pursing her lips. No doubt, they were always annoyed when Weeby went to the toilet, she always lingered there.

Arriving at the restroom, Weeby looked at her reflection in the mirror near the sink.

Letting out a few long breaths, Weeby took the medicine from her bag. For a moment, she looked at the medicine for a few seconds.

It was always like that, every day, Weeby had to hide when she wanted to take the medicine. There was no reason for her to do such a thing, she just didn't want her two best friends to know.

Honestly, Weeby didn't feel pain anywhere in her body. But why did she have to take medicine every day? Weeby was very depressed and forced to do it all.

If that person didn't force her to do so, perhaps Weeby would be reluctant to damage her mind and soul by taking medicine that she herself didn't know what kind of medicine and to cure what illness she was taking?

Weeby often complained that everyone assumed that Weeby was a bad girl and was notorious for being obnoxious. In fact, she had another side. A very fragile side.

In fact, after taking the drug, Weeby became dizzy and nauseous. Doesn't it sound strange that someone who is physically and mentally fit should take drugs? It sounded ridiculous, but not to Weeby.

That girl was used to doing that, even if it was by force. Weeby often flatly refused the orders of people who told her to do that. But what the hell, Weeby was even more tormented.

How long will Weeby feel this miserable? Without realizing it, Weeby had shed her tears, but a few seconds later she immediately wiped them away.

Weeby didn't want to cry about it. Yes, although many times she couldn't help but feel this pain. Why was that person so mean to her, and what was the motive for making Weeby take this medicine?

Reluctantly, Weeby swallowed the medicine with a bitter feeling. Her life went on like this, hurting her heart and soul. Moreover, Weeby took the medicine three times a day.

For a moment, she looked at her reflection in the mirror again, then she smiled cynically at her life that was full of drama like this.

Weeby, who was known to be fierce and scary, was none other than Weeby, who had a fragile and weak nature.