❣️Kokoro POV❣️
"Bye, Mom!" I screamed, slamming the door behind me.
I shoved the rest of my toast in my mouth, and glanced down at my phone, to check that I was walking the right way to the bus stop.
After a few wrong turns, I realised that I had missed the bus I was trying to catch, and so decided to do my makeup while waiting.
I opened up my phone camera, and attempted a smooth coverage with my beauty blender, however, there was no denying I looked like shit. Turns out staying up until three in the morning talking with your best friend from New York on FaceTime the night before your first day of school, isn't such a good idea.
Go figure.
Finally, the bus arrived, and I hopped on, texting Lily to remind her that she was so annoying for making me stay up so late. I hope that the text woke her up, whatever time it was back in America.
I plugged in my earphones, and put my favourite musical theatre playlist on shuffle. Stay Alive (Reprise) came on, from one of my new favourite musicals, Hamilton, and I hastily skipped past it, knowing that the story of Hamiltons sons death would have me bawling by the time I arrived at my new school, which was definitely not the first impression I wanted to make.
The next song was thankfully, Beautiful, the opening track from Heathers, and I settled on listening to it, hoping that my High School experience in Korea wasn't as terrible as Veronica's was.
The bus pulled up at my stop, and I walked into my new school, taking out one of my headphones, and surveying the hallway. Kids milled around everywhere, catching up after the Winter Holidays. I cursed my parents again for transferring me in the middle of the school year. I glanced at the information packet a lady had given me as I had walked inside, and made my way to my locker, muttering under my breath, "Welcome to the Thunderdome, Kokoro."
"Pardon?" A boy behind me slammed his locker door shut, and turned to face me. I had arrived at my locker, which I realised was next to his, and so smiled sheepishly, eager at the thought of making new friends.
"Mianne, um, Hi, I'm Kokoro, but everyone just calls me Ro." I bowed politely.
"I'm Mark." He smiled, his eyes crinkling sweetly underneath his heavy dark brown bangs. "Are you new here?"
"Is it that obvious?" I sighed, embarrassed.
"No, of course not, I just, um, haven't had a locker mate in so long." He smiled again, and this time, I grinned back, feeling that amazing feeling you get when you know the person you just met is going to be your friend for life.
"Where's your first class?" He asked sweetly.
"Oh, um..." I scrambled to find my schedule. Mark grabbed some of my papers to help me, and I eventually uncovered my class schedule. "Looks like Advanced Mathematical Studies with Dr Wong."
"Wow!" He exclaimed. "You must be really smart, then. Only the insanely talented kids get taught by Wong. And Advanced Math is one of his hardest classes. To get in to one halfway through the year... I mean, wow! You must be some kind of genius."
I blushed profoundly, but secretly, I was thrilled.
Back in New York, I had sort of been famous for being the cliché dumb cheerleader, who went out with a different guy each week. Once my Dad got his new job opportunity in Seoul, my parents sat me down, and gave me a lecture.
They made me realise that my life was going in the complete wrong direction that I had wanted it to, and to be honest, it was no ones fault but my own.
After such a harsh reality check, I studied my ass off in order to get a place in such a prestigious school in Korea, and swore off boys, apart from an extremely steady boyfriend, who I wouldn't agree to even think about dating until at least one year of knowing them.
It was a foolproof plan, and I was excited to see where my future would lead me. I wanted to do something big with my life, something exciting and meaningful. The only problem was, I had no idea what.
"Wait a second," I realised. "Does that mean you're not in the same class as me?" I pouted.
"Unfortunately, I'm not as much of a whiz as you, so I'm gonna be in my English class." He replied. "But I'll walk you there, and pick you up afterwards, okay? Besides, I know two guys who also go to that class." He ruffled my hair.
"Are they nice like you?"
"I mean, they can be..." He trailed off.
"Oh, God. Let's just get this over with." And I followed him down the hall.
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Jackson Wang
FanfictionI'm so over bad boys. I had such a terrible reputation back in America, and this year, I'm going to study really hard so that I can succeed, and nothing is going to get in my way. Not even Jackson Wang.
