It doesn't matter how I got here, really, it wouldn't change the outcome if I was in class or at home, I'll still be in this compromising place. I'm only an object, serving a purpose of others but lacking anything useful on my accord.

"Lisa."

Right, I am getting bullied. I never asked or did something to call for it ,.. so why?

Standing on top of a starting block with my school uniform, I aimlessly looked at the water showing my reflection.

I've already accepted what shall encompass my life, whether I'm here in this education environment or home where my mother resides.

I wished everything disappeared.

"Lisa."

Another remark from one of the girls, I don't dare look at them, they're indistinguishable from one another. Despite not looking at them, they're smiling, amused of my suffering...

They howl and jeer at me to fly high, head into the water with no replacement for my uniform.

Reflexively I bit my lower lip, ready to resign and follow through on what would entertain them but offer nothing but misery for me.

Yeah, that's all I can do anyway...

"Hey...Watchda doing?"

Raising my head from the pool, I looked over to the source. A boy? The male uniform and dark brown hair. He's watching us by hanging on the wall that covers the perimeter of the pool. He looks entertained. Who is he?

Not only me, even the girls who orchestrated this act looks up in confusion. Questions such as who is this person or why was he here. Class will not start until a few minutes from now and no swim classes were around for the summer semester.

"Ah, this is what they call bullying right?"

Yeah, this is exactly what it is. It's plain to see from a first glance isn't it?

The accused bullies nonchalantly play it off, suggesting that I wished to swim and it brings happiness to me. One of them patted me on my back mildly. The force was enough to lose my balance on the starting board but I managed to recover.

"Really? Wearing clothes into the pool?"

No, I don't wish to do this. They set me up and under them like a pawn ready for capture by the enemy. And all a pawn can do is follow orders. My eyes shift elsewhere, my lip growing in pressure from my bite. I answered enough for him to hear.

"Yeah...because I'm hot."

A poor lie. I expect this small interruption to close with him retreating and leaving us alone. Then this daily hazing regime can continue.

"Me too!"

This boy who arrived smiled and recklessly leaped from the wall and sunk into the pool, leaving all of us in a daze. He wasn't the target of the bullying and yet he performed such an act.

He rose up and smiled brightly in my direction.

His smile...it was like the sun itself on a summer day.

I shifted my attention elsewhere. I saw another one, a student whom I haven't seen. Black hair, also male uniform. Wears glasses. A key feature however were his eyes and expression. He looked at the scene with a lack of emotion.

His eyes were like ice.