Y/n's Point of View
We finally made it to our new home and I step out of the car to take a good look at where we are. I look at our new house and realized it was smaller than our old place but big enough for my mom and I. We begin to unload our stuff from the car and began unpacking.
After settling down to our new home, my mom found me a school to start attending and finish the rest of high school years. I wasn't excited at all, I just knew it'll just be the same as my last school. It was night and I slow shut my eyes. Before I know it, I fall into a deep sleep.
Next Morning- 5:05 a.m.
My alarm goes off and I try to reach for it as I kept my eyes closed. Since the alarm was far away from my reach, I ended up falling off the bed and groaning out of pain. I sat up and open my eyes and see my own reflection in the mirror in front of me and jumped.
I quickly turn around to look at my alarm and check the time. I sigh out of relief and I walked over to my closet to grab my new school uniform and new garments. After taking a nice shower and washing my hair, I begin to blow dry my hair and did my hair by doing light curls at the tip of my long hair. (Example below)I begin to adjust my uniform to my liking and threw my backpack over, grab the $20 bill on the dining table, place on my shoes and ran out the door. It took awhile to figure the route to school but I still managed to make it on time. I walked to the teachers room and a teacher begins leading me the classroom I was supposed to be. The bell rings and all the students begin to run to class. After a few flights of stairs, we finally made it and no signs of students were in the halls. The teacher opens the door to the classroom and begins introducing me. Before stepping in, I take a deep breath and proceeded to walk.
I walk slowly into the classroom to find all pairs of eyes staring straight at me making my cheeks turn slightly pink from embarrassment."This is y/n, please treat her nicely and with respect. Knowing the boys in this class, please give her the space when she needs it or asks for it. Now everybody listen to y/n as she introduces herself." The teacher says with a serious face.
Holding my hands behind my back, I look up with cheeks pink and begin introducing myself, "hello, I'm y/n and I'm from Daegu city. Please treat me nicely, thank you..." as I begin to look away to hide my shyness.
The teacher leads me to my new seat that was next to a quiet boy that didn't even take a glance at me and I begin to take my school supplies out. I was midway of taking my pencil pouch out and I hear a group of boys whispering about me as they look at my direction.
"Yo... she's hot bro just look at her..." as they point their finger secretly at me.
"Hey, can you imagine how good she is in bed then..." they begin to chuckle silently.
"Let's bet who can get her in bed first..." as they start pulling out their money from their pockets and continuously talking.
I felt sick to my stomach hearing those words and held back my anger. I proceed to take out more stuff from my backpack and this time, I hear girls whispering.
"Ugh, why does all the boys in this class care about that her, it's only her first day here and they're already talking about wanting to get her in bed."
"She's not even that pretty, showing off her looks won't even get her far."
"She just wants attention from all the boys..."
I try to hold back my anger and tears and try to focus on the lecture the teacher was giving to the class. What felt like ages, the bell finally rang and I got out of my seat to head to a vending machine for a drink. Once I've reached the vending machine, I was going to place in the coins that were in my pocket in order to pick my drink. As I reach into my pocket for my coins, I can already hear coins being dropped into the machine and I turn around to find the group of boys in my class surrounding me. Out of fear, I begin to walk backwards until I hit into the vending machine.
"So y/n, what do you like to do when you're bored? Maybe possibly sleep with a man..." the boy winks and uses his finger to brush my hair away from my face.
The other boys begin to touch my hair and body as I close my eyes shut and wanting them to stop. All of a sudden, I hear a boy shout, "hey! Stop what you're doing!" And I can hear the boy's footsteps getting louder every second.
Before I know it, the boy begins fighting the group of boys as I stand there shaking, my eyes closed shut and my hair sliding back down to cover my face. All I can hear was grunting, punching, and kicking.
Everything eventually got quiet and someone's footsteps got close to me and holds onto my shoulders and says, "are you alright? Are you hurt anywhere?"
I open my eyes slowly and look up to see the boy's face red and purple on his right cheek and that was when I let everything go at that moment. tears from being frightened and scared finally comes out. The boy pulls me into a hug and I can hear a teacher running out and yelling at the boys who were running away. Another teacher walks up to us and asks if we're alright and told us to head to the nurse.
We got to the nurses office and I stood outside talking to the teacher who ordered us to head to the nurse."What happened?" The teacher asks with a serious voice.
I begin to explain what happened and he thanks me for telling. He tells me that I can head back to class and begins walking away. For the first time in my life, I for once wanted to skip school and never come back. The nurse walks out and heads to the teacher lounge. I walk into the nurses office to check on the boy and my cheeks begins to turn pink.
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Oooooooooooo~weeeeeeeeee~ wow~ that was a long chapter! Anyway! You know the drill~ stay tune for chapter 4! Who do you think this boy is? Comment on this chapter to tell me who you think it is! Bye! ^-^
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