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Hana

       §October 11, 2017§
    Dear diary thingy or whatever,
  Today is the first day at my new school and I am super nervous. I have no idea what to expect and I am worried about being able to make friends. I know I can be quite the awko-taco, but hey- even a lil worm like me needs friends. Even one friend would suffice considering that's more than I had at my last school. Socializing is obviously not my forte...but it's not asking for too much to have at least one person I can confide in right? Well, my aunt is yelling at me to hurry up and get ready, so I should do that before I get in trouble, hehe. Annyeong! Wish me luck.
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    I closed the cover of my leather journal and got up to prepare myself for the nerve-wracking day ahead of me. New classes, new teachers, an entirely new school...what fun. I can practically feel the cold sweat breaking out on my forehead- just like in those animes my noona watches.

Snapping out of my racing thoughts, I make my way into my closet, groaning at the prospect of having to pick out a "first-day" outfit. You know, the cliche outfit that everyone seems to value so much- the make or break, the first impression, the factor that determines which social group you will have to suffer through the rest of your high school career. Eek, right?

Too lazy to actually take the time to care about what people will think about me, I toss my favorite comfy, light purple Champion hoodie on and happily slip into my rugged, paint-splattered (painting is a relaxing hobby of mine that I am quite frankly not very good at- at all) mom jeans.

My dark, nappy hair is carelessly tossed into a low bun and my face is void of makeup as usual- I mean, cmon, it's clear that I fit the cliche stereotype of the awkward, tomboy who is actually very pretty under her baggy clothes and messy buns.

Looking at the time, I realize that my aunt is going to kill me for sleeping in so late. She hates to be late and in her eyes, showing up any later than thirty minutes early is late.

I swiftly step into my black-and-white checkered Vans and grab my backpack and phone, almost face-planting on my way down the stairs.

"Mei Chung Lee, you have less than ten minutes to get down here and eat or else I will come up there and drag you down by your left earlobe!"

Aish, I may have forgot to mention, my aunt is...odd, to put it nicely. But, hey, after all, I'm pretty much an alien considering I am too strange to be a normal human, so who am I to talk?

"Yah, why the left one? Are you racist against right ears?" I goofily retort, walking over to the island counter that my aunt is standing behind, her expression the definition of impatience.

Ignoring my comment, she starts gathering her things, such as her car keys and purse.

"You are already off to work? I guess I was wrong to assume that you would be accompanying me to drop me off at my first day at my new school..."

I try not to let the disappointment seep in. I wouldn't want to agitate her further or distract her from her work. I don't know why I allowed myself to get my hopes up to begin with anyways. It's no shock that she would be too busy with work. I guess somebody has to put food on the table. Can't complain too much right?

She flashes me an apologetic smile, stuffing a cinnamon and raisin bagel into her mouth as she makes her way towards the front door.