EXO Imagines

Suho Imagine ~

A/N This imagine is written for xiulayTHEunicorn love you chingu! ❤

Another A/N Before reading this imagine, I would like to inform the readers that this imagine contains sensitive topics such as bullying. I am therefore against bullying, and we all know that many people get bullied for many reasons. If you know someone who is bullied, be that person to stand up for them and don't be afraid to do so! If you are being bullied, someone will be there to help you and know that you are not alone :) Again, I say, this is a sensitive topic to some readers, if you may like to read this imagine, you may proceed! Thank you!

~Suho Imagine~

"Hey Dashny..." A gang of boys follow behind me, as I quickly try to get to my locker.

"Come back here!" The boy of the gang calls out.

Just ignore them. I thought. I finally made it to my locker, quickly opened it and got my textbooks for the next class.

One of the boys slam my locker shut, almost getting my fingers caught between it. I jump by the loud sound of it slamming. "Y-yes?" I stutter.

The boy collects folders from the other guys and hand them to me. "We all have a science project due by tomorrow, plus a bunch of stupid math homework. You know what to do."

Ugh. Seriously?! They tell me the day before the due date?! I'm supposed to do five individual projects plus extra math homework for these bullies?!

You can say I was a nerd in the school. People tend to pick on me because I got straight A's, hundreds on my tests, never missing class, and what they call "suck up to the teacher." Not only that, but my appearance. Freckles, hair braids with bows, thick rim glasses, high knee socks, suspenders, plaid skirts.

The bullies make me do their homework because they think I am too weak to stand up for myself, I tried that once and refused to do it, I got hurt badly, and ended up going to the hospital. Either if I was a girl or not, they didn't care. The principal and the teachers can't even stop them because they think they are powerful amongst other students.

It was hard already, having no parents at home. They died recently two years ago to a car accident.

I live alone, struggling with money to pay for food, clothes, and shelter. The reason why I try my hardest in school is because, I know, there's always a solution to a problem, even though you might not find the quickest one, the solution is there somewhere and you have to work for it!

Currently, I am a junior, working part time at a coffee shop, which pays very little, but at least helps somewhat with my everyday needs.

I sigh taking the folders. I nod silently.

The leader of the group slams me against the locker. "What are you sighing about?! And you don't nod to me, that's rude, you say,  yes sir, got that?!" he grabs my collar and slams me harder.

I wince. The pain rushes through the back of my spine. "Y-yes sir." I manage to stutter and quickly walk away to my next class.

It was morning during first period when I heard the principal call me down to his office. Confused, I sign out of my class, take my belongings and walk downstairs to the principals office.

Knocking, the principal calls out, "Come in Dashny."

I walk in silently. The principal was sitting in his leather chair behind the desk. Across from him there sat a young man.

"Please sit." The principal gestures to the seat next to the man.

I sat down. It was quite silent for a moment.