Entry # 3: July 12, 2011

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July 12, 2011

Dear Diary,

I met 2 persons today and wow, they were both weird. -_- One of them is the chips dude. You know... the Chinese dude my mom and I met at enrolment day. I was surprised that he was quite the joker but whatever. Pssh, like I care. The other one was a girl... or boy? Hmmm. Well, she's a lesbian. Her name was Amber. She was fun to be with though. I haven't had a lesbian as a friend before so this would be a new experience for me. Anyway, the three of us hung out today. We all had fun, I guess. Most of our classes were dismissed early since it's only the first day of class. Hmm.. Well, all in all, I'm happy I won't be going alone along the way. Well, two is better than none, right? Hahaha... lol (I know it's 'Two is better than one." Just bear with me.) I just hope they're not USER-friendly.... Anw, Chao for now~~

Love, Jung Dahee <3

 

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SCENARIO:

I was super busy sleeping when my phone rang. URGH. Freakin' phone. >.< I opened my eyes slightly and grabbed my glasses from the side table. I then grabbed my phone saw that it was my mom calling. Without hesitation, I pressed accept.

"Hey, mom? Why'd you ca--" I started groggily but mom cut me off.

"Yah! Jung Dahee! You're still sleeping aren't you? Aish. I knew you'd be like that. I should've let you wake up by yourself when you were still here. Young lady, get ready. Now!" she hollered, cutting me off.

I pouted, "Fine. Call you later."

"You better hurry up or I'll kick your ass once you come back home."

I huffed, "Pfft, whatever," and hung up the phone. Not to be rude but I'm not in the mood for a lecture or I'll really be late for my first day.

I unwillingly stood up and headed to the bathroom. I took a bath (obviously) and picked my clothes. I chose to wear a black leggings with skulls as a design, a skirt to top it off and a long, grey sweater for today. I wore my snickers and slung my backpack on my shoulder. I tied my hair in a bun and momentarily glanced at the full-body mirror on the side to look at my reflection. Sigh. This isn't what you wear on your first day, trust me I know. I feel comfortable with this outfit though. But still... I guess I look cute but I still look like a nerd. Pssh.

Since, S.U is near my apartment, I decided to just walk. I passed the reception desk and saw the lady snickering when she saw me. Pssh. How rude. I can't help but feel embarrassed, still. Aish. I checked my chest and sighed in relief. Good thing I didn't forget to wear bra today. Mehehe. (Refer to chapter 2)

After 5 minutes of walking, I finally arrived. Am I excited? Well, no actually. A nerd getting excited after entering an university alone? I don't think so. New school meaning making more adjustments. New faces. New teachers. New friends. New FAKE friends. Well, whatever. I'm not really looking forward to make that much friends. One is fine with me, as long as he/she is trustworthy enough to be my friend.

I'll tell you another trivia about myself. I have a hard time trusting other people. I swear you'd understand me after knowing what happened to me in high school. It wasn't pretty. I won't be telling you all the stories right now but here’s a little bit of info you need to know. When I was in high school, I used to have this big set of friends. They were a popular mix of boys and girls. Everyone in school knows them. It was the first year of high school and I was alone. They welcomed me with open arms. Obviously, I gave in. Who'd want to refuse someone who were willing to be your friend when you're alone, right? Well, not me. And, boy how I was wrong. They were very thoughtful for the first 2 months. But as time passed, I began to notice things about them. My presence wasn't really thought of in the group. I was always on the sidelines. They knew of it, I know, but they didn't even bother to talk to me nonetheless. They would, eventually, but only to ask me to do their homeworks and such. I was happy at first. At least they were talking to me. A few weeks later, I started getting bullied. They made fun of all the wrong things they saw at me; my hair, my glasses, my clothes. I grew tired eventually. I got sick of them. I guess I realized it too late. I was just being used by other people. This story is probably too cliché for you, I know. This may be a very typical story of a nerd, yes, but there was way more, and I am not willing to share it to you guys today.  Maybe next time.

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