Just Enough

Chapter 1 : A new friend

It's nothing new, but I'm not sure when it began, as it came as a surprise to me as well. Every day, I hear voices communicating with me and see things that aren't there, and it's all a part of my life. At some point, I do think I'm crazy for questioning things that most people wouldn't think of or dare to question. For example, Why can't a chair be called a table and a table be called a chair? Why do I have a name when at least 1 billion people share that name with me? Why does gravity hold us down and not take us up? Why do letters need to be found when they're in the alphabet?. Like x is x for crying out loud.

All of this, and much more... I do really think I've gone insane with this

"You're in school, you worthless being; now stop standing like a freak." "Why can't you just agree with me that she is stupid and not a freak?... Well she is a freak but stupid suits her more." "Oh lord, can't you dipshits shut up? She is worthless, a freak, or stupid; she's a pig, a very fat pig. Now y'all are disturbing my rest" "Oh lord, it's too early for this," I said as I was taking my medication before entering the school gates... The hustle and bustle of people moving around and talking to one another made me want to rip off my ears, scream, and tell them to shut up. It was ducking 8 in the morning. How could people have this much energy? As I walked to my locker, I heard a song, and oh my freaking' gosh, it was the newest song by Straykids, S-class. I've heard it a gazillion times because I love k-pop; most people don't, but I do. That song alone brought joy to my heart.... Okay that's an exaggeration but it at least it brightened my mood a little.

I walked to class humming a section of Twice's Set Me Free. And in a hallway, I saw someone getting beat up by... Oh fiddlesticks, I forgot to introduce myself. My name is Iva Myeong Dae-Hwan, and I'm not really that depressed, well I think I am but my mum says I'm over dramatic. but I am- depressed that is .

Today is a good day, so I'm kind of happy. But back to the story: I saw someone getting beat up by a jock, and it was none other than Phil Holland, of course. Who did I expect it to be? He's the biggest bully in school and the star quarterback -( ewwww I sound like one of those American highschool protagonist who later falls in love but anyway)- he was beating up a guy from my art class. Was his name Til-... Tim-....Thomson? Oh well, "hey idiot." Oh, my lord in heaven, I sound so weird . Phil looked up. "You're talking to me," and I wondered where his gang were, but that's a problem for another day. Back to the topic: "Yeah, I'm talking to you; why don't you pick on someone your own size?" and that was pretty ironic because I was 5'5 and he was a whopping 6'1. I still consider myself pretty tall, and being 13 years old in the 11th grade isn't ideal, so I'm smart, which means I knew what I was getting myself into. "Hahaha!" he burst out laughing. "Wait, wait, this is actually funny. You want to beat me up? Such a dream?" By now, a bunch of people had gathered around and were watching to see if Phil Holland, the most popular guy in school, would really beat up a helpless little girl, just to show that I'm not as helpless as they think. "Is this such a dream to me, or are you just afraid that I'm going to kick your ass?" Oh Lord, save me from this cursing. "Oh, really, if you're going to kick my ass, then let's see what you got. Oh, thank you, mother, for putting me through every martial arts class. He lunged at me with a right hook, but I quickly dodged it, grabbed his shirt, yanked him back, and quickly gave him a front kick (also known as the mae geri kick in Karate and the ap chagi kick in Taekwondo). His moves were sloppy, and the kick hit him pretty hard, which gave me enough time to headlock him with my arms, in which he surrendered, and I dropped him, and at the end of the day it's all in my head. it was something to watch that guy get beat up I quickly left the area and got into my maths class, quickly taking my seat at the back while waiting for the class to start, and I guess word spreads fast because as people walk in, it's the only thing they talk about, and it's really draining hearing people talk about it over and over again, but there is nothing I can do about it. I put one earpiece into one ear, leaving the other open so I could still hear, as I was listening to Beat box by NCT Dream. May the Lord help me. I love that song and know it by heart, but then the class started and I couldn't get to my favourite part.

Oh lord, it's only half the day, and I'm tired. I just want to go back and eat some home-made bibimbap, soy sauce crab and tteokbokki. I enter the cafeteria, and It's as loud as always. I sit at a table in the corner, mostly excluded from the rest of the cafeteria, to avoid people sitting with me, and then I spot someone coming over to my table. Hey it's the guy my teacher paired me with for an art project today, Oh lord please send him away but no the Lord denies my request as he comes over "Hi I wanted to ask when we could start the project " oh so he's just coming over to ask about the project " oh sure no problem you're welcome" now go away you're interrupting my lunch " d-do you mind i-if i-I s-sit with you " Dangnabbit if I send him away I'll feel like a bad person " well sure but I do have to warn you that my friend is coming over and you may not like her" I warn him seriously " oh ok no problem" and then I hear someone shout my surname and the only person who call me that is my only friend Jessica Hae-Won "Dae-Hwan!!!" Oh, Lord, save me.

Hello again Snuggle bugs, Cuddles here and reporting for duty. I am officially re-writing this story because my writing has improved after a while and I just didn't like the format any more. Don't forget to vote, comment and follow. P.s. ask questions if you have any.