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♡Park Jisu♡

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"Yes, our kids are doing very well on their own." the lady replied to the interviewer.

"It's been a long time since we saw Soyeon, how is she?" The interviewer asked, curiosity laced her voice.

"She's been well and healthy. Right now, she is focusing on her studies." The familiar lady replied.

Suddenly, the TV shut off and my head swang to the person holding the black remote. I showed her my I was watching that face and waited for her to turn it back on.

"Jisu, you're going to be late. It's the first day of your senior year! Start it off with a bang, okay?" The voice belonged to Yujin, my assistant, said.

"Can I skip today? We can have a girls day. Please!!" I whined as I stretched my arms out.

"Hmm, no. C'mon, hurry up and get ready. Your mom wouldn't want to see you being a lazy bum." Yujin says, tugging on my sleeves.

I shot my head up and looked at her. "And why would she care if i didn't go to school?" I questioned. She ignored me but successfully got me off the sofa and into the bathroom.

She came here with me when I was ten. She's more of an older sister than an assistant. I looked up to her a lot, she was the closest i could get to a sisterly figure. If anything, im grateful I have her.

When we touched down in Korea, my parents agreed it be best for me to change my name to Park Jisu.

It's always been like this since I moved here. Sure, I became more independent but it didn't help me social-wise. My mom calls Yujin once a month to check in on me but dad nor Sunghoon ever did. I feel like both of them are embarrassed of me because of my illness. 

I put on my school uniform. I tied my brunette hair into a low ponytail. I just had to put in hazel contact lenses to hide my dark brown ones. (A/N, I know contact lenses are obvious but pretend the contact lenses are believable, okay?)

I then put on a bit of makeup. I mean the public never saw me since I was 10 so hiding wasn't really a problem now that I'm 18. The power of a glow up never fails to amaze me.

Before I left for school, I slipped on my apple watch to make sure I can monitor my heartbeat. I shoved the medicine prescribed by my doctor down my throat and walked to the front door. Yujin was already there leaning on the doorframe.

"Ji, it would be nice if you opened up more. Make friends at least? Be a normal 18 year old, okay?" Yujin said, her voice laced with concern.

I rolled my eyes and nodded. I nodded as a sign of acknowledgement not that I would do as I was told. Dad would totally disagree with her. Who knows I might expose myself as Soyeon whose father is the most well-known Lawyer and mother who is killing the acting scene with her beauty and talent. My brother's doing so well too. He literally has girls swooning head over heels over his existence and has a voice of an angel. And then there's me, the daughter/sister that suffers from a heart disease that no one knows the cure for which makes things a 100 times worse than it already is.

It hurts knowing my family is doing so well but im not. The world really is a cruel place. I used to believe things would get better over time but if anything, it's getting worse.

I walked out of the apartment while tossing my car keys from one hand to the other as I made my way towards the elevator. While waiting for it to reach my level, I looked over to the apartment directly opposite mine, as I saw a boy about my age, leaving as well.  As he was about to close the door behind him, his mother (i assume) came out and engulfed him in a tight embrace. I've never seen them before, then again i've never left this house unless its for school or a doctors appointment.

"My baby boy is finally a senior! Have fun in your new school! Im so proud of you, Wonie." her voice laced with pride as her smile was from ear to ear.

He returns the same smile and continued his way to his car. Suddenly, his deep brown eyes made contact with my (fake but believable) hazel eyes for a hot second. I quickly looked away and felt my cheeks start to heat up. I didn't his catch his other facial features but i can confirm that he's eyes were the most prettiest i've ever seen... not that i've seen many. I quickly brushed it off, got into the elevator and left for the basement where all the cars are parked. Without wasting a second, i got into my matte black car and drove to school.

This is going to be my last year in high school. I managed to get labelled as the quiet cold girl which meant I succeeded in being lowkey and I want it to stay that way until I graduate. It would be nice to have friends but everyone in my school was either too bitchy rich or too ignorant for me. I just generally don't like socializing.

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I parked my car and walked to my locker. The hallway was covered with banners and balloons. Most of them had Welcome written and the rest were unreadable because of horrible handwritings.

I put all my books into my locker except for the subjects I have for today. The hallway was filled with students catching up with each other. I continued my way to my classroom when someone bumped into me causing me to drop my books.

"Sorry! I-" I quickly apologised

"You better be." The voice replied.

I looked up and literally wanted to punch her dead smack in her face. I let out a loud sigh as soon as i realised who i ran into.

Saereon, the school's princess. You cant miss her obvious purple ombre curls, that sat perfectly on her shoulders. She is a natural beauty, her face was lightly coated with makeup.

Her father is the principal of the school, which means she can get away with anything, which also includes tormenting me. I won't be surprised if she was the reason I would be sent to an early grave.  

However, we didn't start out having bad blood with each other. Honestly, we were the best of friends. But she befriended people who badly influenced her to be a stuck up brat.

I rolled my eyes and picked up my books when she used her feet to kick them away. She leaned closer to my face. "Let's never cross paths again." She says flipping her ugly but pretty purple ombré curled hair as she walked away with her clique.

"go shove some fake gucci down your oesophagus then maybe we won't cross paths ever again." I muttered... rather loudly.

The whole corridor went dead silent and i felt their eyes burning holes on the back of my head. The clanking of her heels made an abrupt stop. I guess i said it too loudly. "Oh she has a voice? Nice to know you're not mute but I would love to stitch up your mouth on behalf of everyone in this school. Know your place Park Jisu." She responded with sarcasm as she pushed her finger on my forehead. Everyone that witnessed it made an "OoOooo" sound.

I thought I would feel embarrassed but I think I got used to it.

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A/N: IT TOOK
ME SO LONG TO FINISH
THIS CHAPTER COZ I
HAVEN'T GOT INTO THE
WRITING RHYTHM.
LITERALLY TOOK ME
WEEKS NO JOKE. COZ I
DIDNT WANT TO MISS
OUT INFO COZ I DID
MAD RESEARCH TO GET
ALL THE DETAILS CORRECT.