7 Letters | p.jm

1st Letter

1st Letter: Secret Admirer

Dear Chaerin,

You look beautiful today as usual, although you don't hold the same personality as you would normally; sweet and funny.

Your lovely admirer :).

"Who the hell is this..?" was my first thought when I saw this paper inside my locker. It seemed to have slipped inside without me knowing, clearly since I've just arrived here, at school.

Although it's kind of cheesy, it was my first time recieving a proper letter other than a hate letter. Especially since everyone here is my enemy.

Receiving these things are out of my norm and a bit creepy.. But hey, at least someone admires me.

"Yah, Chae!" A girl approaches, as she kicks the lockers to intimidate me. "Ready for a fight? See us after school." A group of girls backed her up as they glared at me, trying to assert their dominance, when for all we know, they ain't shit.

"Bitch." I muttered as their leader passed by infront of me. The girl then looks at me angrily, as she scoffed before walking away.

I rolled my eyes as I was reminded on how much of a bitch she was. Literally.

I looked over, seeing her skirt so high up that her ass was almost showing, as if it was an object that she was proud of. Even her shirt was unbuttoned so low that her cleavage would be seen out in the open. She looked like she wanted to show off her body, but it wasn't right. We were a school zone, supposedly safe and innocent however, she broke all those rules. Even if I act like a bad girl, I don't wear clothes as flashy as hers. I wore my school uniform properly as any student; a red pleated skirt just before the knee, full buttoned white shirt and a black blazer on top.

On top of everything, I don't even flirt like her.

She would always be rumoured to have a new boyfriend everyday. I don't even see any good points that would make her a good and loyal girlfriend which brings us to a conclusion, that she is nothing but a thirsty hoe... right?

And, to be clearly honest, I am very different than my outward persona. I am at an age where I can be very emotional which brought me to a situation where I am labelled as the 'bad girl' in school. Although I liked being feared, my appearance was more so that people wouldn't approach me and talk to me about my family background. It was to protect myself from the people around me.

I learned to fight when I was a kid since I am a daughter of a criminal. More so, I am a daughter of a leader of a Yakuza; a group of organized crime syndicates. At home, my dad wishes me to act like a a proper girl that should be delicate and fragile. He'd always wanted a daughter to foster him because of his health. He also wanted to end the crimes that he has committed and stop his group from hurting more people.

My dad knew that it was too dangerous for me to continue his leadership because I was a girl. He wanted me to grow up free from crime and live life as a normal citizen in society. Little did my dad know, I am a troublemaker at school.

Although, I wasn't a troublemaker in public other than school. My dad would be mad if a word gets out, especially when a person named Chaerin is causing commotion in the neighbourhood. Even though I did change my name as Kim Chaerin, my father was involved with this matter. I had confronted him that I wanted to be free from danger, and he complied, therefore I was called Kim Chaerin instead of my real name.