Chapter 22: Real Torture

Maya This was the third period, and I still struggled to regain my focus, unable to shake off the haunting memories of them groping Penelope. Unwittingly, I found myself comparing myself to her, and each time, I couldn't help but be disappointed with the hand fate had dealt me.  Penelope possessed long, tanned legs, and flawless skin unmarked by any imperfections, and her hair, a cascade of shiny blonde strands, gave her an allure that was nothing short of seductive. How unfortunate for me! Nothing in my possession could ever measure up to what she effortlessly possessed. My dark hair seemed dull in comparison to the brilliance of her blonde locks, my skin lacked the elegant smoothness that adorned hers—pale and marked by the scars left by Maximus and Leonardo. I didn't know how to attract men, and, ultimately, I couldn't fathom being anyone's desire. Tears were a struggle to stop, a battle I had always lost.  Maintaining my composure was yet another challenge, and I questioned how muc