"What do you want for you birthday, June?" Harold asked.
"Nothing really buyable...." June replied half-heartedly.
Turning her head slightly, she cringed as she caught a glance of Rachel and her group of friends.
"I'll just go up to class first, k?" June said as she quickly finished her drink.
"Err.... Why? There's still 15 minutes..." Harold asked.
"I don't really have anything else to do here..." June replied as she walked away to return her cup. Harold, being confused, looked around hoping to find the source for June's uneasiness.

A few tables away, a group of girls stood up. Harold turned to look at them, and noticed Rachel among the group of girls. "Oh," he mumbled to himself, "I see."
Just as the group left, June returned, picked up her bag and said goodbye to Harold.
"June?" Harold managed to give his friend one last advice before she walks away, "Don't worry."
"Yea, thanks Harold. Catch ya later." June turned and made her way to class.

Soon as she exited through the lift, she caught sight of Rachel's clique. Damn, she thought to herself, just my luck. June bent her head as she rushed towards her classroom, avoiding notice from the clique. Sitting down at her usual seat, she laid her bag down and sighed. Unable to take it anymore, she crossed her arms on the table and laid her head down.

"Why..." She whispered to herself, "Why..."