Hearts and bandages

I hate the feeling of guilt. A girl moved away from her spot when I sat down near her.

Our teacher suddenly decided that we had an opinion’s exercise. We were a minority on one side, and everyone was all over us trying to run over us. I tried to strengthen my defenses and expressed my opinion. But I never got the chance to explain what I really meant, before they ran over me again. Now there’s a tension between me and my class. I feel excluded and hated. But I can’t do anything about it.