When my teacher insisted on making a home visit, I told her that I was an orphan. After rummaging through my files and having ensured no record of a guardian, she decided on her punishment and even shouted at me in front of the whole class.

One morning, while Vicky and I were waiting for a class break in the afternoon, we read a tedious romance novel together. When I asked if she wanted to grab a bite to eat, she responded, tears in her eyes, still immersed in the plot," Wait a minute, until I finish this paragraph... "

While eating in the canteen, I was curious as to why her eyes were red and swollen and asked, "Are you so touched?"

"How nice this man is to give up everything for his beloved woman, but the hardhearted woman doesn't understand him... " she said.

"But he's a demon. He raped her... to constrain that woman around him. That kind of man deserves to be put to death," I said and could not bear her pathetic sympathy and distorted view of love.

Vicky glared at me, " Desiree, do you understand a man's charms?" she asked. I didn't understand since I was surrounded by a man who tortured me almost to death. She saw my blank face, and kindly reminded me, " It's cool for a man to show both his love and hatred."