It's your first day at this new school. New year, new Town. It's always been like this. Your Dad's work takes you all over the world, but this time it's different. This time, your Dad isn't with you. It's just you against the world (more like you ag...
I hate this part, the introductions, the fake name, the fake smile. Always the same, and I despise it.*
You got up in front of the class in your new school uniform, different from the ones you normally wore. This one was actually comfortable, and surprisingly cute. It was a long sleeve white top with red accents, it had a tie that was red and navy blue, which was paired with a cute red miniskirt.
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The only part of this uniform that was slightly uncomfortable was that you had to wear high heels. Yup, high heels. You were used to wearing them, considering the fact that you used to dance with the trainees at your Dad's company when you had free time. And everyone knows that if you're in a girl group you have to know how to dance in heels. Anyways, these shoes had a velvet exterior in the same deep shade of red as the skirt, with a black heel. They had two buckles behind the ankle for support. And were tied in the front with a medium brown coloured lace. As cute as these shoes were you still felt quiet bad for the girls who couldn't walk well in them, they were pretty high.
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You introduced yourself under a new fake persona. The same routine as always.
"Hi" You said in a fake charismatic voice.
"My name is Kim Jandi, nice to meet you." You smiled and bowed.
The entire class said "Hi" back to you un-enthusiastically, then you returned to your seat. Thankfully the first few classes flew by without any real complications. Just the same questions that you always get.
"Where are you from?"
"Why'd you move?"
"Were you expelled?"
"You're familiar, do we know each other?"
So on so forth. Of course you would look familiar, you looked a lot like your Father, but luckily no one has ever made the connection... until fourth period.
A guy approached you and sat next to you, he stared at your face first in amazement, then in confusion.
"Hi, my name is Park Jinyoung".
Your eyes widened at the mention of his name *He has the same name as Dad... weird.* You smiled and bowed slightly, before returning your attention to the lesson that was being taught. Right before you went to leave to go to lunch he handed you a piece of paper with writing on it. It wrote < I know who you are. > You got chills after reading the note, but trying to keep calm you just crumpled it up and threw it into the trash.
You were on your way to your locker, you were almost there until you fell flat on your face. Your nose connecting with the cold concrete in one swift motion. Making a hard crack noise, you put your hand to your nose feeling the warm blood as it began to gush from your nose. Before you even knew what happened a boy was lifting you up from the ground as everyone else began to gather around you and laugh. People had their phones out and were chanting "Jinyoung" over and over. That's when you made the connection, Jinyoung tripped you. But who helped you up? Who is the mysterious boy who helped you when everyone else was against you? Before you had the chance to turn around and ask the boy who he was, he was gone. *Mysterious*.
"HEY! Loser!!"
You assumed they were talking to you, cause I mean who else could they be talking to? You turned around and saw Jinyoung with this smug look on his face. You just ignored him and made your way through the crowd of people who were pushing you back and forth. You finally arrived at the nurse's office. She fixed up your nose and gave you a slip with permission to leave school early. You took it as a sign and got the hell out of there as soon as the bell rang.
You were making your way out of the school. Finally on the path home you reached into your pocket to grab your headphones, but you felt something else in there. You pulled it out, it was another note but it was written in a different handwriting. It wrote <Meet me under the big tree in the back, behind school @ 4 tmmr.> You grabbed your headphones and put on some slow music so you could think as you walked.
*WTF is this about? Should I go? I mean what do I have to lose?*
You arrived home, you grabbed a shower and headed straight to bed. You were far too flustered to even think about eating or calling your Dad. You fell asleep while repeating the letter in your head over and over again, contemplating whether or not you'll go. And trying to figure out who could've put it in your pocket.
Author's note: Do you think she should go? Who do you think the boy is?
