Taeyeon's POV
Today is the first day of the 2nd year and as usual, I'm not in the mood and I'm not interested with everything around me. Its too crowded and I'll just go to my classroom. Sigh. My life is sucks. Why? Its because of my father. He remarried after 5 months, 5 FREAKING months after my mother's death. How could is he? Seriously. How could he remarried with another woman and worse that woman is my mother's bestfriend! I dont understan- NO I WONT UNDERSTAND HIM. He forget my mother so easily. Fuck this. I dont know what is happening in my life. He's not my father anymore. I hate him.
My classroom is noisy and yea they were all excited to meet again after the school break. How lucky that they can spend their holiday with their parents. Unlike me.
My classmate, Yuri took a seat next to me. She's my bestfriend and she knew everything about my life. "Hey Tae, you okay? Still moody?" she asked me. Told ya, she knows about my father cus I wont hide anything from her. I just sigh and close my eyes. "Tae...I know how it feels like." she stroked my back while facing me. "You can come to my house if you want. I know that you're still mad at him so, to stop the satan inside your body from killing him maybe you should stay away for awhile. I dont wanna see you in jail." I glared at her and she just laugh nervously. This girl though. "Maybe I should change my target." she gulped and it makes me laugh.
She was about to say something but then our teacher appear with someone behind her. I dont really care about that but obviously, new student. "Okay class, this is your new classmate. Please introduce yourself to others." Ms Park said her and yea, bingo. I just stares outside ignoring everything in my classroom. Sigh. I should really stay away from my father for awhile. Yuri's idea is nice though. I'll just stay at her house for a few days. I couldnt stay any longer at my own house seeing my father with his wife. Pfft. Screw them. I'll bet my father will never choose me over his wife. He never care about me. So why bother to lived at the same house right?
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Lunch time.
I dont have appetite so I'll just take a nap at the rooftop. I need to clear my mind. Rooftop is always be my special hideout and everyone know that so they will never be there. They wont even dare to come closer to me. After my mother passed away, I've changed. I started to be cold to everyone. Well actually, I hate myself for being like this. But my father...sigh. Blame him for everything.
I push the door with my hand and walk closer to the bench. But I saw someone laying on bench, asleep. Sigh. Why people always ruin my mood? I need to be alone and yet this person even sleeping here! I was about to curse out but then I stopped. Its her. The new student in my classroom. Tch, should I wake her up? I dont want to leave this place just because of her but I dont wanna stay either. Ugh fine. I've nowhere to go now. I'll just stay here for awhile. I sat on the bench without waking her up. I saw her face. Why so pale? Is she sick? Wait. Why I even care geez. I saw something on the ground. Meds? Pfft okay she's sick but seriously if she's not feeling well then dont come to school. Now you stole my place and I've nowhere to go.
After school.
Its time to go home. I'll pack my things to move to Yuri's house today. Yuri offered me a ride to go home and I agreed. But I forgot my phone so I need to go back to our classroom while Yuri is waiting for me at the school gate. I went inside my classroom and there, I saw her again. Sleeping. She want to sleep her or what? I got my phone and ran to the door. But I shouldnt let her sleep here right? Whats wrong with me caring about her all of a sudden? "Yah.." I kick her chair strong enough to wake her up. She stirred at her sleep and rubbed her eyes slowly. "Time to go home. Dont sleep here." I said with my serious face and turn around.
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Little Things
FanfictionTiffany Hwang, my sweet and lovely girlfriend. My masterpiece, my favourite artwork. I want to protect her from all the evil things in the world. I love her so much.