C o l d

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Draft: 01/03/18 07:53
Published: 17/03/18 16:23

Happy St Patrick's Day! ☘️

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'People hate me. And I don't know why,'
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The noise of children playing filled the air. [Y/n] was sitting alone, drawing a giraffe and gorilla. Happily, he hummed, not caring that the other children in the classroom were staring at him weirdly.

You see, [Y/n] was different. He had white pale skin and strange looking eyes. His arms hardly had any hair on them, along with the rest of his body. He never talked, never looked up from his desk. He would always walk away from groups and sit in an abandoned table away from everyone else. When he was put on a group, he would let the other kids do the talking and stare weirdly at them. He was weird.

That's what the children thought of him.

So they left him be to draw animals.

"Alright children," the teacher called out, clapping her hands to get the children's attention. Every child in the room stopped playing with their toys, drawing animals, playing pretend, and looked at the teacher in curiosity.

When the teacher saw that everyone was quiet, she looked behind her. [Y/n] couldn't quiet hear, but he did hear the teacher whisper something like "You can come out now,"

Right after he heard this, a small girl walked from behind the teacher to beside her. The teacher smiled softly, putting her hand in the shoulder of the little girl. She was a small child, only reaching to the teacher's waist. She had long, dark brown hair and brown, doe eyes that looked of that of a baby.

[Y/n] instantly didn't care about her

"We have a new classmate. She is extremely shy so please be nice to her," the teacher softly gripped on of the the little girl's shoulder, gently rubbing it to comfort the child.

"H-Hi. My name is Jiae Kang...I just moved here from Busan. Please take c-care of me," Jiae mumbled, the class barely hearing her. A few of the obnoxious children let out a few 'huh's which started a bunch of whispers to be exchanged between the classmates.

[Y/n] only watched as the girl became even more shy and embarrassed. Her shoulders hunched forward and her back curved, showing that the girl wanted to disappear from the room.

The teacher frowned and squeezed her shoulders for comfort. "She said her name is Jiae Kang. She is from Busan so please excuse her accent," the teacher managed to force a smile on her face when the children stopped whispering and instead stared at Jiae at what looked like curiousity. "Now...you can go sit beside [Y/n],"

[Y/n] flinched when he heard his name. Jiae's eyes darted across the room to try and spot the boy named [Y/n]. So he put up his hand, sighing when he saw the relived look she had on her face.

[Y/n] sat in a table with four other people, making it a table of five. There was a seat next to him that was vacant where no one sat because they always stayed clear of [Y/n]. A reason [Y/n] presumed that the teacher picked that seat beside him was because [Y/n] obviously had no friends. It was so clear even the teacher was worried about it so it wasn't a surprise the teacher picked the seat beside him.