In freshman year, Estelle had a boyfriend.

Her boyfriend said casually that I was the most beautiful girl in her dormitory. Since then, Estelle had been regarding me as a thorn in her eyes.

She joined forces with Libby and targeted me in every way in the dormitory.

I never engage in direct conflicts with them so that I could get along with them on the surface.

If I could make it to graduation, it would be fine. I often advised myself that.

However, my tolerance didn't earn their friendship.

On the contrary, they found that they could bully me without bearing any consequences, so they were even more brazen.

I often felt suffocated and had difficulties breathing during every second I put up with them.

Having been suppressing my emotions, I gradually suffered in terms of physical health. I got sick more and more often.

I gradually knew that making setbacks and putting up with them didn't bring me any benefits.

...

"Since that's the case, why should I continue to endure them?"

The three of us confronted each other in front of the counselor.

Libby told the counselor in detail about how I had punched Estelle.

As she spoke, she became emotional and cried, accusing me of disregarding the friendship between roommates and hitting them at the drop of a hat.

"Siena Reid, ask yourself. Haven't Estelle and I been good to you? Why do you treat us like enemies?"

She sobbed with a grievance.

Libby touched her swollen face and wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth. The two of them looked miserable.

I didn't say much as I showed the evidence.

I brought my cell phone to the front of the counselor.

"Estelle and Libby have been spreading rumors about my personal life matters since freshman year. Here are the screenshots."

The screenshots displayed a message Estelle had posted on the school forum.

[Siena, from the Class 2 Economics and Management Major, 150 dollars per time. WhatsApp Number: XXXX.]

During that time, many disgusting men added me on WhatsApp to inquire about how much I charged. They even asked me to take photos of myself being naked and forward photos to them.

There was another message from Estelle in a group chat for our class.

[Siena is a bitch. She snatches men from other girls. Girls, who have partners, should stay away from her.]

At that time, I defended myself in the group chat, [I am innocent. I am upright and behaving properly. It is shameful for you to spread rumors about me like this!]

Some classmates spoke up for me.

[Estelle, you can't spread rumors about Siena just because your boyfriend thinks she's pretty. You are also a girl. How can you say such things?]

Libby added, [Estelle and I are the closest roommates to Siena. Can you guess why we know so many things about her?]

During that time, many classmates of mine kept their distance from me.

No one even wanted to team up with me for group assignments.

They thought there was something wrong with my character. They were afraid that others would misunderstand their character as well if they were close to me.

The evidence was solid.

...

I said to the counselor, "Miss Hawk, I can't stand such a life of being slandered anymore. I don't have any friends at school. It is all thanks to them."

The counselor glanced through the evidence on my cell phone quickly and asked me, "So, you decided to resort to violence against them, right?"

Hearing her question, I was caught off guard.

There were reasons behind this incident. Judging from her words, I shouldn't have hit them.

I had reported to the counselor many times about Estelle and Libby spreading rumors about me, but she ignored me and turned a blind eye to it.

I fought back because I couldn't bear them anymore, but now it seemed like it was all my fault.

Per the counselor, I was fully responsible for this incident.

Per her, the college paid the most attention to student's safety issues. She asked me to take Estelle and Libby to the hospital for examination, saying I would pay for all the medical expenses.

I wasn't convinced. I would never admit that it was my fault.

The counselor tried to convince me both emotionally and rationally.

"If you are willing to take responsibility, I won't record this incident on your file. No matter how young and impulsive you are, you should think about your future."