My whole body still ached from the long hours of work yesterday.
I had worked fourteen hours with a guy outside of Soeul. He took me to dinner with his parents, then to an arcade and afterward, sent me home. That's basically my job. You could call me an escort, but to make the most money I get bought between men throughout Soeul.
So why was I sore? Because I rarely get a break. It's school, work, school, more work. And for what? To have my dad throw it all away for booze? I pay for my school, for our apartment, for the beat up mini van, for everything. I'm seventeen going on seventy.
I went to the washroom to brush my hair and wash my face before running to the kitchen to scarf back a slice of bread. The last piece.
Life was incredibly lonely. I had no friends. No parental figures, no siblings, and I'm pretty sure no outside family. No one to seek refuge from.
I grabbed my phone from the kitchen and texted Sana.
Y/N- yeoboseyo
She responded seconds later.
SANA- yeoboseyo, Y/N
Y/N- where r you?
SANA- outside of school.
Y/N- Already?!
SANA- Doors r opening in 5 minutes.. It's 8
YAH!! I'm late!? How!?
She called moments later.
"Get over here! Doors just opened early, and there's a new kid! He's super hot!" She shouted a little too loud in my ear.
"Wait, wait. New kid?" I replied, rubbing my ringing ear.
"Yes! Now hurry up." With that Sana hung up.
New kid? We hadn't had new kids in so long. Why you ask? Because our school is crap. It looks like it came from a heritage theme park. So I'm positve Sana was just teasing.
When I arrived to Soeul High, the entirety of the school yard was barren. Littered with only disgarded wrappers. What you can expect of a lowly funded rural high school. Did classes already start!?
I ran full speed to the front doors and sprinted into the school. My backpack jumping at the movement of my back.
I can get to class on time!
Hopefully I don't get in trouble...
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