heroine || weak hero class 1

𝐞𝐩𝐢𝐬𝐨𝐝𝐞 𝟏

Sometimes teenagers are more likely to be uncontrollable individuals. With difficult personalities and strange dreams. Especially high school teenagers who already know what to be a bully and bullying are. What is a fight and aggression. And how to distinguish between the weak and the strong.

"Yerim, why can't you just live without problems?"

My father turns to me in a calm tone — Oh Jing-won — Seoul deputy.

"Should I transfer you along with your brother? So that you finally get into your habitat?"

"Father, do it in a way that does not harm your reputation." The mockery escaped my lips. "You're an important person in Seoul, and that might hurt..."

"How dare you!" He was about to hit me, but stopped, remembering that in front of him was his daughter.

"Okay, I'll go to the same school with my brother, but it can attract attention very easily."

The man said nothing and left the room, simultaneously dialing someone's number on the phone. Quite dully, I heard how he negotiates with the principal of the school about my transfer. I have to go there today with my brother, who is being transferred for other reasons, which is forbidden to be discussed in our family. After all, it harms the reputation of the father and the family name in any way.

"Are you ready yet?" My brother came in and touched his hair.

"Wait five minutes, please."

I started to pack up. I could not believe that my father sent me along with my brother. We do not communicate with him. He hates me for some reason, which, again, we should not disclose anywhere.

"We're going, Yerim, faster!" My father shouts at the front door and I have to run to them, simultaneously exhaling the smoke of a vape.

All he'll tell us when we walk out the door of the school is: "Be good, especially you, Yerim. Exams are coming soon, make friends and get ready." With a very fake smile.

"Thank you, father." I nodded to my brother and he followed me.

In front of us was the principal of the school. She was clearly thrilled that I was in this school. We stopped near class 1-6 and went inside.

Everyone fell silent. There was such silence that it hurt my ears.

"Class, please meet Oh Beom Seok, he transferred to us from another school," the principal said, and he leaned over.

She pointed to an empty seat.

"And with Oh Yerim, she's on probation at our school," the woman said, and I took off my cap, letting my hair down, "she won't be here for a long time. Just until the end of the school year, and to pass the exams with you."

"Hello everyone," I said loudly, even the guy from the last desk who was sleeping raised his head to look at me.

I walked along the class and sat down at the last desk of the third row.

"And who is it with us?" The guy in front of me decided to ask a question.

"Don't talk to me," I said softly.

Now, apparently, there was a change, but it was not as noisy as in my last school.

"Yeri-i-im," the other guy drawled squeaky.

These three boys, on the other hand, really annoyed me.

"You don't need to know why I'm on probation at a boy's school."

"And if..."

"Yerim," Beom Seok called to me, "let's go to the dining room."

I glanced at my brother.

"I don't want."

"Are you brother and sister?"

As I already understood from the conversation, the one who addressed me is called Yeong Bin.

"Please shut your mouth." I said quietly and got up from my chair. "Beom Seok let's go, I need to talk to you."

We left the classroom and I immediately started our conversation.

"Stay out of trouble if you don't want to have problems with your father. I'm not going to defend you."

"I understand you." He lowered his head and shifted from foot to foot.

"The exam is the day after tomorrow, you should study."

"And you?" My brother asked too many questions and I no longer wanted to talk to him.

"You know where to find me," I said, and went back to my seat in the classroom.

Only now I noticed a guy who was constantly sitting over a textbook with earphones on.

But now he was looking straight into my eyes. They... they cause anxiety inside. Like the eyes of a demon.

"Who is he," I thought, still continuing to peer into those eyes.