Am I Crazy?

No one is as they seem

Minho

Great I had to hear more ramblings from my father about his dispute with the Han Corporation, it was the last thing I wanted to do tonight when I got back from school. As I entered the foyer, I placed my bag on the ground next to the small table and made my way into the living room.

I was met with shouting and pacing back and forth on the phone, and it looked like my father was going to lose his shit. "I don't give a damn how much money he has! Do you not fucking know that my company is literally growing every day with branches all over the world!" My dad shouted.

Right the Han Corporation is trying to take my dad's company over simply because they fell behind into second place among the wealthiest growing businesses in South Korea. The Lee Company started to thrive just months after it came into existence and has been growing ever since 10 years later. It was one of the reasons I was shipped off to America to understand what went on at my father's company so he could prepare me to take over when the time came.

I wished I could have said I went abroad to study like any other normal person but know I had to learn the trade of business. My father's company owned a number of local businesses among some restaurants and a few factories. The Han Corporation owned a string of strip malls and a few of the best name brand food manufacturers. The Lee Company is currently trying to acquire the Lotte Corporations.

After enduring several hours of sitting and listening in on my father's conversations with some of the shareholders and what not I finally made my way up to my room. I had asked the housekeeper to bring up my dinner for me, ever since my mother's death the housekeeper has been my only sense of family, I guess you could say, and my stepmom was one of those who just spends their husband's money. You really couldn't even call her my mom. My father was always about business and never had any time for me, and being the only child made things lonely.

I plopped down on my bed and closed my eyes, where my mind was clouded with thoughts of the boy who called himself "The School's Disease". The way he stared at me when I was talking to my friends, he looked so small and out of place. He had these chubby cheeks and tousled brown hair with the softest brown eyes, he was cute, and it seemed like the world was against him.

I could have walked over there and introduced myself but seeing as my friends the assholes that they were made that impossible. I had been away for two years and yet I don't remember him, I definitely would have remembered a face like that. I don't know his story, but I'll make it my mission to find out. What was the point of my friends harassing him or everyone staring and whispering.

I don't see myself as a bully but some of my friends' personalities rub off on me sometimes and when I held my hand out to help him up off the ground only when no one was insight. As soon as he said "My sickness might rub off on you if you touch me" made my whole being break down. Never in my life have I seen someone so small and abused by everyone believe that he would bring anyone down with him just by a touch.

Things sure had changed while I was gone, and my friends were a part of it all. You'd think they weren't like that especially when it was just us hanging out, we acted like the group of teen boys who talked about their crushes and sports and video games.

They seemed normal outside of school.

In school they were the chaos and everyone either feared them or worshipped them.