PLS rate this OC made using ms paint

So I overheard what was stated by the teacher: "Make groups for four different assignments." I was absent that day; the groups arranged themselves in perfect harmony. I entered the classroom, as always—dismissed—and class proceeded. It was an art project.

Something sparked within when the teacher asked if anyone was left out, and I uncommonly raised my arm. "Which of the four would you like to join?" He pointed to them, and I realized that my simple gazing made each and every group distort. Just by imagining myself alongside them, the room stirred with unpleasantness. I shook my head in confusion.
"Which of you can take him in?"
They were over thirty in number, but not a single soul could recognize me as human as they were. They took my role without ever considering it mine, and the air became solid as a rock, so that taking it in pained me every second of silence, filling my belly with pebbles.
"Once again, who will do it?..." No one. Not a single utterance was heard. The violence of their purposeful silence, contrasting with the quiet of before, struck one’s ears as loud. A blade slid into my heart, a stream of blood smoothly following its shape until the tip. Dripping and dripping, dots and dots. The unnerving sound of quiet. I wished someone would just pull that blade out or plunge it deeper into my heart, but not even the dots of me were entertainment for them.
"Gush out already!", I thought. That my blood would pour ragingly, staining their faces, smearing the walls, to flood all heatedly from my own spring.
"Very well then, I’ll arrange you here."
Their countenances, penchant for disgust.