by Funa-ay Claver

Maiaw-awan
It was the third week of school already, and by this time, everyone had their own groups they gravitated to every time the bell rang. Everyone knew where to go when class was over. Everyone knew where to sit and who to share their food with. Everyone except Nini.
Nini still ate alone at lunchtime, and she always took her time doing so, chewing ten times before swallowing and pretending that she was disinterested in the taste. She wouldn’t know what to do in the remaining minutes of lunchtime if she finished eating too fast. She didn’t want to look lonely.
It wasn’t that she was ugly, as was usually the reason for becoming a high school outcast. It was more that the others viewed her as a bit dim, and dim students did not belong in this school. Only the smartest came here, or so she was told when everyone in Bahong was convincing her to take the scholarship even if it meant leaving home. Everyone counted on her to be something different from the rest of her community, but what did different mean?
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