Chapter 8

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We are different

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We are different..........


" Ya!! have you gone crazy?"

" What are you going to do?"

" You must have gone crazy after that accident?"

" Yes I did, I am not the same as before."

" Okay.. let us see how much you change."

Seo min charge towards Seong Im and slap her. Seong Im fell to the ground. Her anger was no joke, Seong Im got up and punch Seo min in the face. Seo min fell down hard onto the ground. Seong Im got on top of her and started slapping her. Teacher Kim came running to them.

" STOP RIGHT NOW!!!!"

Seong Im looked at the teacher and smiled. 

" Seo min and Song Ji hyo, come with me! The rest.. get ready for your next class."

Seo min, who was bleeding, and Seong Im followed teacher Kim to his office.

" What were you guys thinking?"

" Teach(short for teacher), Song Ji hyo started it, I was tryng my best playing and she just threw the ball at my face."

Seong Im laughed at her lie.

" Is that true student Ji hyo?"

" What if it's true? What are you going to do about it?"

Teacher Kim wanted to talk to Ji hyo alone.

" Seo min.. go to the nurse office and get patch up."

" I'm not going to leave this alone."- Seo min

Seo min stomped out.

" What happen to you Song Ji Hyo? You weren't this rough before the...."

" Nothing happen to me, it just that I became more strong."

" This isn't like you."

" Then what is like me? A girl who gets stomp on everyday she comes to school? A girl who teachers didn't even care about her safety?"

" Who said we didn't care?"

" If you did care.. then Song Ji hyo wouldn't try to commit suicide. The nice and happy Song Ji hyo is gone now, you will only have the rude and mean one."

" I will have to call your parents."

" Go ahead, I don't even think they will come with their works in the way. Try your best to contact them, even when their kid is at the hospital they still think work is more important."

" Ji hyo ahh.."

" We are not close enough for you to go informal on me."

" I'm older than you and I am your teacher."

" So what? So that mean that I can go informal on you, Kim jong kook."

" Song Ji hyo-sshh(formal), I get that you have a bad experience but-"

" If you do then please leave me alone."

" Are we done? I don't want to miss class."

" Just letting you know, I hate seeing a good student get expel."

Seong Im stops for a second and walks out to her classroom. Still in her PE clothes, she went to her dance class where teacher Yoo was teaching.

" Why are you late student Ji hyo?"

" Do I have to tell you everything? You can go figure it out with teacher Kim."

" Oh.. Oh arasso....."

He became speechless at how Ji hyo acts. 

-SKIP TO HOME-

A call was made to Seong Im house. Jae Sook pick up the phone.

" Hello?"

" Is this Song Ji hyo mom?"

" I am not but what is it, I will pass it on."

" Who are you?"

" I am just someone who works with them."

Seong Im told Jae sook to give her the phone.

" Who is this?"

" This is Teacher Kim from Daebak Highschool and-"

" My parents aren't home, call another time."

She hung up on teacher Kim.

" Why are you being so mean?"

" All the teacher are the same..."

" Ahjumma, I'm going to sleep."

" Okay, rest."

Seong Im was called to the office. 

" What is it?"

" The problem yesterday, I will forget it, just don't do it again. If you do, I can't do anything but report it to the principle."

" Okay, is that it?"

" Yeah."

" I will be going then."

" Wait."

" What is it this time!?"

" Be formal!!"

Seong Im walks out and into her classroom she goes. Teacher Lee was her first period teacher, and he sure talks a lot.

" Every body, today we will have a new student joining us."

" Who is it?"- Students whispering 

" Come on in."

He walks shyly to the class.

" Hello... my name is Lee Jong Suk."

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