School life is special, while some remember it for the good times, some have bad memories about the time. As said earlier, I hated my life at school. While I can list unending occasions where my teacher failed at being a teacher, there were class bully's too. While I say bully, most would relate to a tall sturdy fellow who would act more like a rowdy, but my class bully was different.
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He was my class topper. Extremely good at studies, favourite among teachers and one who lived praising himself. He was not masculine, but was rather feminine. He was mostly among girls and bitched about other classmates to me. In brief, he was my exact opposite.
I had more guy friends compared to other girls. He bitched to girls that I have a crush on a fellow classmates which spread like wild fire in the class. Back then, the students were a little conservative. The guy with whom he associated me stopped socializing with me.
He teased me for my low academic score. I hated him to the core and I don't actually know why he hated me so much. Things changed, we are all grown up. I am still in touch with my classmates, while he is not. He has cocooned himself away from us all and nobody has the slightest clue of what that topper is doing with his life.
