Untold Truth's

Chapter 2 - The Violinist?

Science, the most dreadful class of the day. It wasn't always dreadful to Yoongi, but with the new teacher the class had, science could have never been more boring. The teacher was uninteresting and the lessons seemed to drag on for so long. When Yoongi finally found a small part of the lesson interesting, the teacher would get side tracked and off topic of what he was teaching. The off-topic conversation with the class dragged on so long, Yoongi would just zone out. When Yoongi finally zoned back into the real world the teacher would be teaching against and Yoongi would be completely lost. The teacher loved to talk about her personal life and nothing but that. 

Yoongi huffed under his breath as he entered the classroom. He quickly took a seat at his chair in the back of the classroom. Although this class was dreadful to Yoongi, he didn't mind all that much. To him, it was just another chance to fall asleep. Let's get this class over with. Yoongi thought as he rolled his eyes into the back of his head, leaning his head onto the cold marble table, with his eyes shutting closed right after. Students piled in the classroom shortly before the bell rang. The teacher was babbling about some idiotic thing her youngest child had done when he was a kid. Yoongi blocked out the sound of the teachers voice until he felt a hand colder than the marble table brush against his skin. He groaned as he looked up from his resting position with a glance of an evil expression. It was the student in the seat in front of him. Yoongi just gave the student a "what do you want" look. The student pointed towards the teacher who stood in front of the room. Yoongi groaned once again. He got very annoyed by this teacher. Always telling him to lift his head off the table and open his eyes. Always trying to make his pay attention to the lesson, but how could he when she would always get side tracked!? Yoongi gave up on this teacher and started to do his own thing, which was sleeping, no matter the consequence. He wondered what she wanted now. 

"Yes, Mrs. Me-Chang?" Yoongi said with an annoyed tone in his voice.

"We're working on a partner project and I want you two sleepy heads to work together." 

Yoongi raised his eyebrow in confusion. You two sleepy heads? Yoongi questioned. Who the hell else sleeps in this class!? As Yoongi was puzzled in his own thoughts the teacher continued to assign partners to students. The student who was sitting next to Yoongi got up to sit with their partner. Yoongi heard small pitter patters come closer to him as a red heart-shaped pillow flew in front of his face. Yoongi lifted up his head to see a girl with breast length, wavy light brown hair. He noticed the girl hand a instrumental music  case on her shoulders that she hand placed on the back of the chair. Wait, was this the girl from the practice room!? Yoongi nodded to himself as he recognized the instrumentals case to be a violin case and she had the same breast length, wavy light brown hair as the girl in the practice room. So, she's the other sleepy head? Yoongi had a small smirk across his face as he admired the girl sitting right beside him. Isn't that Miin? Yoongi questioned. 

Miin wasn't popular or anything in that social range. She was new last year and everyone overreacts over new students. Especially since she lived in America and Japan for a few years in her life time. Her name appeared all around school last year. Every whisper was about her. Everyone wanted to be her friend and some people went way too far out of their way to make that possible. Miin seemed to be a nice girl, but she always seemed to be mute. Even to this day she seems to be mute. Well, she's less mute and a little more open than she used to be from last year. She never turned anyone's friendship down, but at the same time she never accepted their friendship. She just sat back and let things happen. Miin gathered attention no matter where she went around the school. Most admired her and few despised her. No matter what attention it was, she had it in the palm of her hands, but she seemed to not want it, even though it must have been flattering to have. But within a few months, her "fame" disappeared. Whispers stopped around her name. Most people even forgot her name. She was less important and more forgotten. No matter the kind jester, students would ignore her or be harsh to her. A few people do greet her in the halls and she does have one really close friend to her, but over all, she was forgotten by many. And that's the sad truth about reality and this world we are surrounded by. If you're new, everyone wants to be with you because you're the center of attention, the person getting the fame even from the "popular" students around school, hoping they'll receive the "fame" too. You're the person everyone wants to know, but once you're old and worn out, everyone will forget who you are, no matter how kind you can be. They'll leave you in the dust, alone, like a old trendy toy/object everyone used to obsess over.