Friend

Chapter 1

I slam the door shut and cover myself with the blue blanket I've had since I was a child. The tears fall down before I can stop them and my throat burns as I restrain myself from sobbing. Slowly, the sobbing becomes louder and I lay on my bed, praying that sleep come over me. As I lay there, I remain awake and come to believe that I am the one who is wrong. . I thought I could change, but its impossible. I will always be the same, slow, dumb person I been. I want become a stronger person and stop crying , but it's hard without being  someone there for you. He always seems to repeat the same things,  but the poison is always stronger than the last time. I want to go somewhere far from but I am unsure of where to go. That last thing that remains in my mind before falling asleep.

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The alarm clock goes off and I press the snooze button, wishing that I had no school today. I get up and fold the blue blanket and brush my teeth. I wake up early to avoid seeing my parents. I don't want to see them or greet them. I wear the school's uniform, a white dress shirt and a black skirt with a peach-colored cardigan and  leggings. I tie my shoelaces and grab my backpack before  walking  out the door. I let cold air greet me as I cross my arms and quietly humming to myself on the way  to school. I am still a bit tired but I should be okay after a buying a yogurt drink. Cofffee has never worked for me, I was always falling asleep. I stare at the ground, counting the little cracks as I hummed a piece from Debussy which had always calmed me when I would cry.  Just as I was about the best part of the song, I crash into the shoulder of someone who seems to be in hurry. I catch a glimpse of his face before he runs off.  His tear-stained face stays in my mind and I can't help but wonder if he's okay. Everyone seems to be going through something , but we are so complicated because we build a wall from everyone else for the fear from being judged, pitied or laughed at.

I set foot in the high school that I will be stuck for other two years. The faded, rusty gate creaks as I let myself in.  I wander around the school  before going  to English class. After a while,?I consider the possibility that I could be lost, but somehow end up at the rooftop. I take out the yogurt drink that I had placed in backpack early in the morning and take a few sips while admiring the scenery. I look at the mountains and trees before opening the exit door and taking the stairs to get to class. Before entering, I pause and hold my breathe. You can do this, JooMi, it will end very soon. The sky darkens, a swirl of gray and white, not giving me much comfort.  My hand takes a hold of the door knob, I wait a little before opening the door to relax, classrooms always scare me, maybe because of the ambivalent environment. The classroom is noisy but I don't let that affect me.  I walk to the back of the classroom, taking the empty seat near the window.  The desk is filled with scribbles, pen marks and a sticky note that has few words scribbled on. . I glance back at the window and think about how I want to go home. I don't want to be here, but I have to. The door creaks open, revealing a woman in her fourties, she walks toward the whiteboard with a marker in her hand and writes her name.  She slams her folder on the desk beside her. Startled, the students return to their seats. Silence fills the room, I look down at my desk waiting for the teacher to begin her lecture.

"Hello students, I am Miss Kim, your English teacher.  I presume that you had a wonderful summer vacation, but to be honest, I don't really care. I acknowledge that you have a life outside of these four walls, but I wish for there to be no drama in this classroom. This  includes dating, breakups, rumors or scandals and fashion counseling. I wish to only  talk about the grammatical structure of English, anything not related to this should remain outside, which brings me  to your first assignment, a poem", she uttered in serious tone before passing the poem grading paper.

Therefore, the teacher sent us off to get into partners to find an idea or inspiration to write about, so the whole class period was spent on writing a poem that would move people's hearts to be different and change for better . I prefer to work alone, but I have no inspiration unless  she is curious about my dull life. I remain quiet, not knowing what to do. I am not very experienced when it comes to meeting or greeting new people, I prefer to keep to myself, so I did nothing but write a small poem about how I was feeling. I went back to staring at the sticky note that was placed on my desk, I could make out a sentence. It said "whoever is reading this has no jams". Well, I guess I have no jams whatever that is, I wonder if the rooftop is empty during lunch.  The sticky note had an arrow indicating to turn it over, so I did. It read "would you like to be my....". The last part was erased, meaning that I would not be able to decipher the meaning of the sticky note, still, I wrote down yes and drew a little rice cake . The bell rang, indicating that class was over so I place my pencil and notebook in my backpack and walk out . I walk around, trying to find an empty bench to finish my yogurt drink

I finally find one near some bushes and placed my backpack on the gray bench before sitting down. The image of the tear-stained boy comes into my thoughts  and I think about what could have cause him to cry. He was wearing a black hoodie with light blue jeans, his black hair all dishelved and his caramel brown eyes had soften when we met each other's eyes. I cleared my head and told myself not to think of him anymore, I had other things to worry about . I drink the remains of my yogurt, throw it in the trash can and walk to my next class, piano. The piano teacher had  to leave early, so she briefly discussed what the class would be about and what the students  would do on a daily basis. I am the last person to walk outside, I walk to the rooftop so that I could  eat the lunch box that I had packed the night before. My parents are away on a business trip, so that means I will not have to see them for some time. Hopefully until next year, I believe that they just married each other only for that they would gain and achieve. Father inherited the company and Mother has her freedom. I bet I was not part of their plan, I just came  unannounced.

Tears fall on my skirt as I struggle to wipe them. Giving up, I close my eyes and let the cold air blow through my hair. i heard footsteps coming toward me and open my eyes. I open my backpack and check the time on my phone, ten more minutes before class.  Someone in a black hoodie takes a seat next to me as I scoot to make some space for them. He removes his hood revealing beautiful locks of black hair. He places his backpack next to me and I sit there awkwardly waiting for him to leave. 

"Are you okay?", he implored while staring at the sky.

He was asking me if I was okay ? This is first time someone has asked me that, most people think I am a freak for crying in a public place. Many just spread various rumors about my personal life, not that I really care . I guess I lack some human emotions that others have, basically they think I am no fun or interesting in any way. I don't smile or laugh and don't show any forms of happiness. I am usually a very serious person and don't interact with people much, before I could continue,
I felt someone tapping my shoulder, so I took a hold of his hand, placing it on the cold bench.

"I guess, sometimes, I feel like I should in order to release stress, but today I just feel like something hurts", I replied as I look down at the ground, not knowing where this conversation will lead to.

" I understand how you feel, but let's hope that everything will be okay. I believe that your life will improve over time, so you should just relax and try to remain positive each day, so here take this handkerchief and candy. Smile a little and stop crying. You look prettier when you smile", he responded before grabbing his backpack and standing up to probably get to his next class.

I sat there, wondering who he was. He is a bit creepy, but does not seem like a bad person. I place his handkerchief and candy in the pocket of my skirt before standing up. I was about to turn around, but he had not left yet. He stood there, about 6 feet away from me and smiled.

"Hey you, my name is Park Jimin!!!", he shouted before opening the exit door of the rooftop. 

I laughed before following him, thinking that I would be late to my next class. Something inside me wished to see his face so I could talk and laugh with him. 

I thought it would be fun to write a story again. I have not done this in a while and I actually to finish this one. Vote if you liked it or want to see an update. Goodbye swag~~~