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Busan.
Just two weeks ago, I was in my mother's arms, happily traveling in the car, my father at the wheel.
Now I'm here, all alone, no parents, no friends.
All I have now is this middle aged Korean woman whom I just met yesterday. My newly assigned guardian is currently driving me to her work.
Or should I say, my new school. My new guardian works as the principal at he most refined performing arts school in the area.
And she's hella rich, so guess how I got in. My talentless self got in the bitchy way, by buying herself spot. Even worse, it wasn't even my money.
Not to my suprise, the whole parking lot was a lot smaller than my new house. I guess you make big bucks principaling at a prestigious school.
I was looking out the window for the thousandth time, recalling all the events that led up to this.
My parents dying in the car crash.
Me surving and ending up all by myself.
A stranger claiming to be my godmother.
That stranger taking me to Korea with her.
Mrs. Gi-Kang, or Eun as she oddly wants me to informally call her, looks at me through the rearview mirror, where she sees me staring out the window, unfazed.
I don't want to be here. I didn't choose to come here.
I didn't choose for my parents to die.
But then again,
Does choice really matter if everything was already destined to happen?
*
"So, what do you think of it?" Mrs. Gi smiled as she stared at 'her' school.
"It's not easy becoming the principal you know," She starts bragging. "Fourteen years in the education system pays off." She power walked ahead, students bowing as she walked past. Some of them look perplexed when they see me follow her.
Don't let anyone know I am your guardian. This school is very competitive. If they sense you have any advantage, they'll see you as a threat.
I think of the warning Ms. Gi told me on the way here. I walk a little slower, distancing myself from the principal. She doesn't look back, walking foward proudly.
So much for being my guardian.
I follow the flow of students, which annoyingly doesn't lead me to the entrance of the school, but to a crowd huddled around a limo. I waste no time walking back without seeing who was in the car, some popular student trainee it seems.
I finally find where I'm supposed to be, entering the school dorms building. Once I'm inside, I see massive windows letting all the sunlight in. The corridor splits in two, one side for females, the other for males.
