Lookism: What Am I Even Doing?

Chapter One

When I first stepped onto these school grounds I was a mess with emotions. What exactly was I feeling? Excitement? Anxiousness? Or was I just bothered by the sweat already running down my back? I'd missed the bus on the first day of school and had to come running so I wouldn't miss orientation. 

American schools were a lot less formal. They just had us swarm the cafeteria and wished us luck as they handed us our schedules. In Korea they have us stand in the middle of the gym as some old guy with a wig gives us some dumb speech about growing up into great people. I honestly couldn't listen to any of it.

Being late wasn't something I had to be worried about like I thought. Turns out I wasn't the only one rushing. Heck, certain people that I recognized didn't even show up at all. They were probably parked in a restroom somewhere having a smoke. In some way I found it a relief to have one less scary face to look at.

Eli, Jace, Vasco. Three people that I could find immediately in the crown. Eli for his gravitating beauty. There was practically a sparkly aurora around him as he just stood there with his flamboyant hair. Vasco stood with the rest of the Burn Knuckles and of course Jace was right next to him.

But you know, by the end of the speeches I felt a lot less nervous. In fact, my vision cleared up a bit. I didn't find it that hard to look at people's faces anymore. Coming in as a foreign transfer student in a school like this was going to turn a lot of heads.

It didn't help that I woke up with the same bold features of my mother. Tan skin with thick eyebrows and a large nose. My uncle warned me about the kids here but it was alright. There were more concerning problems then facing a little discrimination at school. One of those was surviving what was about to come.

After the accident, on my way here from the US, I found out just what kind of world I had woken up in. Then one by one everything that I had to surpass these couple of years made sense. Just like a video game character I was given a back story of my own. I was reluctant to accept the direction fate was pushing me in but I gave up a few months ago.

First I woke up here, after being hit by the damn truck, in the middle of nowhere in the body of my eleven-year old self again. Then I was taken in by a weird family that treated me better than my real family. They died and I was left alone with a small fortune I didn't even know they had. I was told to come to South Korea to live with a relative I've only spoken on the phone with. When I was applying to schools this place was the only high school that would accept me.

At least I was given the choice to choose what department I wanted to be in. Seconds after he the vice principal gave me the option too choose I slammed my hands against the coffee table and said my answer with as much confidence as I could. Out of all the departments I could join, the Baking Club was one I would most likely survive in.

Its been a while since I've read the Webtoon but I knew it was my best bet. They were hesitant to let me into the Baking Department since all incoming first years had some sort of experience, putting me behind. But I came prepared just in case something like that would happen. I slammed a loaf of banana bread I had baked from home onto the table.

As soon as my uncle told me that J High School was the only one willing to accept me I did a quick search on it online. For a whole week I was stuck the kitchen of our second floor house. While my uncle was on the first floor attending to the shop I was up there baking up a storm. Muffins, breads, cakes, and swiss rolls. 

It didn't matter that they sucked or that the older men who would come after work would tell me I should give up, I kept on going. There was no way in hell I was letting some official decide what department I had to apart of! I choose to live! I shivered just thinking about all the worse possibilities.