The Most Beautiful Moment in Life

*•Intro: The Most Beautiful Moment in Life•*

January 2015

I never liked Principal, Choi. He was always rude and arrogant. No matter how many times I told him who my family was he'd brush it off and act as though I was nothing even though I was the reason he had a paycheck.

I never wanted to attend this school. It was filled with miserable and useless teens. No matter how many times I begged my parents to send me abroad they'd refuse and tell me to stay here where I, quote on quote, belonged.

My friends were not exactly the nicest bunch. They were rude and wealthy, our money gave us power. They often picked on lower-class men or people who didn't have many friends or had problems at home.

I let it happen, too afraid to stop them and too afraid to join them. They'd tease me about it and say I was weak and nothing like my father. Ah yes, my wonderful father.

The founder of a globally successful weapons company. He was at the top of his game, always has been, and always will be. I dreaded his existence. He convinced me to take a path in life that I never wanted.

I had a dream of being a songwriter or a singer, maybe even both, but little did I know that simply because of my father's job I had already had a life picked out for me. I was to be a housewife.

I had gone on one too many blind dates and I was only a teenager. My life was sickening and dreadful until the most beautiful thing happened.
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I hastily dragged my feet across the cobble path that lead towards the abandoned section of our school, the seven boys, whom I only recognized three, followed close behind, just as upset as me.

"Do you all know why you are here today?" Principal Choi asked, holding his chin up high. See here's the thing, Principal Choi was a small man, about 5'3 with a pudgy stomach and the face of an alcoholic, which I wouldn't be surprised if he was one. His stubble covered his face and his rectangular glasses taunted his oddly small eyes.

A boy with abnormally grey-colored hair grumbled and stepped forward. "Yeah because we've all done something stupid, but I got a question, Choi." The principal nodded with an annoyed look on his face. "Do you give your barber detention too?"  The principal had a bewildered expression dancing upon his horrendous features, but as the mint-haired boy said these words I took into account one thing and one thing only.

Principal Choi had a massive bald spot on the left side of his head, clearly shaved off by mistake. Clearing my throat I stifled a laugh and chose to look at my worn-out Converse instead of listening to the rebellious boy continuously destroy our principals' ego.

"That is enough, Mr.Min." The Dean shouted after about six more insults were thrown around. The boy, Min, went silent and chuckled before rolling his eyes and stepping back. He knew he got under his skin and he was damn well proud about it. "The reason you here is because you eight are incompetent and have no sense of respect for your elders. You have all disrespected each one of the staff here more than once so we're making you do manual labor." Choi explained, there were plenty of scoffs and eye rolls for his statement of us being disrespectful to seem true, but it was the other way around.

"By sundown today you are to have this room-" Choi pointed towards the classroom that was to the left of the abandoned courtyard, "spotless, or else you get a month's worth of detention." And that's how it began. The most beautiful moment in life.

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