Below The Surface | SEVENTEEN FF [ON HOLD]

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Jinas POV:
Frankly speaking, I never wanted to be in this college in the first place.  I'm only here for the sake of my parents. I entered this college with decent grades, but I still don't think I'm good enough to be here.

This college, Seoul college, is known as one of the most prestigious and hardest colleges to enter. According to statistics, only 1-3% of the new incoming high school students can enter here.

It's mostly rich students who are able to enter this school, however, I am not one of them.

I suppose luck and god was on my side, allowing me to be here. I thought college was going to be different and better than high school, but no, it's basically like high school all over again, except people are older and have more freedom.

Quiet a bummer for me, I wont't lie, I was quiet naive to assume I'll have it much better. I've only been for a few months, yet I still haven't made a single friend. Crazy, right?

Passing through the hallways with my head slightly ducked down, while carrying a bunch of my study books, I quietly go pass the semi-crowd to enter my class.

First class, Maths. Yuck. I despise that subject with a passion, yet I still took it because my parents thought I would improve if I took more classes.

Fortunately, only 1-2 of my classmates were here, making me feel less awkward as I take my seat. Which was by the window, furthest back. I avoid sitting at the front or the middle, because I don't like having that attention of peoples eyes on me, or noticing my presence.

That probably also explains why no one here bothers to make an effort to friends with me. I mean, I did try the first few months to challenge myself to talk to people to gain a connection, but I could sense they weren't really fond of talking to me for whatever reason.

At least, that's what it felt like. So, I gradually stopped talking to them, and kept to myself. I had that same experience in high school as well, but it wasn't as bad as this.

Probably, because I didn't come from a rich family like them. It sucks that they have to judge you based on your family status, but it is what it is.

Seeing that there is still 10 minutes left 'til class starts, I inaudibly sigh, as I take out my book to kill time.

The classroom was quiet, until gradually, more and more people entered in, allowing the room to be more lively. People were talking amongst each other about what they did in the weekend, as it was Monday today as they took their seats.

Of course, no one sat next to me, heck not even the same row as me. I put my book away as I hear the teacher entering the classroom, not forgetting to greet us with a 'good morning'.