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"Hi, I'm Jimin."

Trying to move past the awkwardness of the situation, I quickly grasp his hand and shake it firmly. Surprised by how soft it is- almost too soft for a guy- I yank my hand back, internally imagining how pleasant it would be to get ran over by a bus right now.

"So...are you ready?" He asks me, rocking back and forth on his petite feet, seemingly agitated.

I clear my throat, which suddenly became dry during this whole ordeal. "Nah, it's fine really. I'm sure I can find everything on my own." I attempt to sound as nice as possible, but am pretty positive I am failing epically.

He raises his eyebrow at me, but I ignore it. After all, it's clear that I'm not a people person, and quite frankly have never been one to begin with. I came out the womb, screaming and crying and harboring a hatred for people in my heart.

Certain of my ability to find everything on my own, I begin to turn away. Suddenly, his soft hand reaches out and stops me. 

"You sure about that? I have been here for almost three years and even I still get confused sometimes." His voice sounds bored, which I can't say bothers me considering we already both have one thing in common: we would rather be anywhere else but the place we are currently.

"Yeah yeah yeah. Thanks or whatever, but I can handle myself. Americans made their way to the moon- I'm positive I can make my way around this box." I shrug off his arm, uncomfortable with the invasion of my personal space.

He chuckles. "You're weird...well, if you think you can handle it, go right ahead. I will gladly use this time out of class to take a nap. See you later or something."

He hesitates for a second, awkwardly standing in front of me. I sigh and decide to utilize this moment to clear my conscience.

"Uh, before you go, I, uh...want to apologize for my big mouth earlier. It was uncalled for. Anyways, have a good nap. Annyeong." I hurry away, ready to leave that whole awkward mess behind me. A flip-flappin greaaaattttttt start to a flip-flappin greaaaattttttt day.

Once again, I am stopped by his soft hand. He clears his throat, looking like he's about ready to bolt out the front doors of the school. "Wait! Um...if you ever need any help or anything, or you know, get lost, you can come ask me. See you later." He halfheartedly waves and walks away.

"Oh frick frack, Mei. You have surely outdone yourself this time. Your stubbornness has once again landed yourself in a sticky situation." I mumble to myself, scratching the back of my head, awkwardly scanning the hallways. "Now how am I gonna find my locker?"

I didn't want to go back and ask Jimin for help considering 1) I am a clumsily independent woman who is too stubborn to ever ask for help and 2) I pretty much wanted to forget the whole situation with Jimin and never have to deal with him again.

My only plan is to roam the halls until I stumble upon my locker, which is exactly what I did. Luckily for me (which is not a phrase you will hear me say often), I finally found it and happily tossed my bag into it.

Now that I have located my locker, I have to locate my classes. I groan, mentally drained at the thought of having to look for all seven of my classes, but I have no choice. By the time I find my first hour classroom, the bell rings, indicating that first hour has ended and second hour shall begin in less than five minutes.

Barely able to catch my breathe, the door to my first hour flings open, causing me to lose my balance and fall to the polished floor. It doesn't help that all the students are trying to push each out of the classroom, practically trampling me. I just decide to lay on the floor and accept my fate- a sweet, slow, well-deserved, torturous death, or as I like to call it: the sweet release.