My lovely bully EXO CHEN

The Voice

It’s been one month in my new school. New faces, new places, everything is quite new to me. I suddenly feel like I could never be what I was before. Just changing a new school would be enough for depression, but I come to change the whole pattern of my life. I left my country.

Originating from Bangladesh, I ended up in Seoul just because my father has a well established career here. I was in my country with mom as long as my grandpa was alive. After his death, father made us shift in Korea. And coming here, I feel like I have to start from the ashes.

I started my high school life. Though I am always out of my mind, my homeroom teacher Ms Kim So In is so friendly. I am permitted to go to her for everything I need to know.

In my class, I stay far from everyone as I don’t know their culture. I always feel to be in a position of awkwardness. In this condition of mine, some bunch of monkeys begin to send me bully letters..

At first I read all of those hate words, but now I have stopped.. I am just waiting to find out who are behind this.. As a girl, I am not so charming.. So if someone tries to mess up with me, I won’t even try to stop me.

In my first Seoul days, I used to cry in my room..When I realize that I have to move on, I started doing something to make me cheer up. I started running in the nearby park of our place at morning. At first, it’s also found to be no fun.. But now it’s become the only way of my cheer..

Yah,Cheering me up, is it really just cheering me up ? I don’t know, but if I try to be honest with me, there’s actually another reason for my running exercise.  A voice.

More precisely, a male voice.

It was the morning of a weekend.
I was running so hard that I couldn’t realize when I got myself deeper in the park. But I suddenly stopped my steps when something so sweet making its way through my ears. Along the voice, I looked here and there, and finally my eyes caught something..

It was a boy seating on a park bench in his ripped jeans and green sweater, tuning his guitar..

He was singing like the last man in the earth who has no address.. He was singing in korean, he was saying the words I don’t understand at all, but I just couldn’t help hearing.. I stopped like I was stuck to the land.. After a while without knowing, I discovered that the voice of him reached my soul. 

Before he noticed , I got back that day.. But I couldn’t get over the voice..

Like the flute of Hamilon,I got so mesmerized that every morning something attract me to the place.. I go there, I hear his voice and I feel like I can make my life anywhere if this voice surrounds me..

It is my first love..A love that doesn’t need any introduction..

It’s now about one month and I finally decide that I will let him know my existence…