"Annika locked me in the restroom and poured water on me. She's the reason I couldn't compete," I tried to explain.
"Stop lying. You're the one with the problem, and now you're trying to blame Annika. Annika's father is a well-known businessman in this city. Why would she bother bullying someone like you?
"Even if what you're saying is true, the problem must still be with you. Why else would she pick on you and not anyone else?"
The teacher's sharp words felt like another bucket of cold water, chilling me to the bone.
"Go home and write a ten-thousand-word self-reflection. Tomorrow, we'll announce your punishment publicly, and you'll receive a major demerit."
I clenched my fists tightly, full of grievances, wanting to cry but too scared to.
Suddenly, a sharp pain radiated from my lower abdomen, and a warm liquid started to run down my leg.
Everyone stared at me with disdain.
"What are you still standing here for? Get out! Just looking at you makes me sick. Look at the mess you've made."
I looked down and saw that my period had started early.