I said, "Okay, it happened that I plan to tell the counselor about how you have been treating me in these four years."
In freshman year, Estelle had a boyfriend.
Her boyfriend said casually that I was the most beautiful girl in her dormitory. Since then, Estelle had been regarding me as a thorn in her eyes.
She joined forces with Libby and targeted me in every way in the dormitory.
I never engage in direct conflicts with them so that I could get along with them on the surface.
If I could make it to graduation, it would be fine. I often advised myself that.
However, my tolerance didn't earn their friendship.
On the contrary, they found that they could bully me without bearing any consequences, so they were even more brazen.
I often felt suffocated and had difficulties breathing during every second I put up with them.
Having been suppressing my emotions, I gradually suffered in terms of physical health. I got sick more and more often.
I gradually knew that making setbacks and putting up with them didn't bring me any benefits.
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"Since that's the case, why should I continue to endure them?"
The three of us confronted each other in front of the counselor.