Mrs Pratchett's class continued, and I hid my head in my hands, trying not to make eye contact with anyone. Zayn didn't ask me anything about the incident, and I kept silent, unable to write a single note.

I just wanted to go home, but I had to endure lunchtime and maths with Mr Henwick before I was let free like a bird in a cage.

Lunchtime eventually rolled in, and I was in no mood to eat. I felt exposed as if someone had opened my safe up and showed its contents to the world.

Yet again, I sit alone this time inside in the stairwell that I and Iza once peacefully existed as the others played.

I wrote a poem of how I felt exposed to how one of my greatest fears is living in front of me.

The silence didn't last long as Lavanya and her gang came to defend their friend well to use that as an excuse to hurt me.

"Eliana, it looks like you're all alone, again," Lavanya smirks as she looks at Harper, who pulls out a bottle of iced water.

I instantly shut my sketchbook and brace for impact as I hug so tight as I shut my eyes tight shut.

I felt the cold water hit my head and make its way down my neck, followed by chunks of ice that hit my head as some bounced onto the floor while others got into my shirt. The girls laughed as I squirmed around. Once the bottle was empty, they left, leaving the bottle in front of me to serve as a reminder.

I stood up and quickly picked up the ice chunks that were on the floor and placed them in the cup before disposing of it. There wasn't any water on the floor as it was all soaked up in my shirt and jeans.

In a frenzy, I open my sketchbook to see if it is unharmed. I breathed a sigh of relief before realising there was ice in my shirt.