Dreams?

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(Y/N //POV)

{Not everything in this world is real. It depends on what you make of it. Either you want to believe it or choose not to. For myself, I don't even know, because if I want to believe it turn out to be the opposite of it, and if I choose to not believe it, it became real. That why I tend to shut everything out of my life, to not to hurt people around me and also not to hurt myself. But they said that I'm being unreasonable with my choice.

Some people in my school want to be close to me, but I shut them away because they are going to use me like they did with others students in the school. Just because they are rich and popular and that everyone kinda knows them. And some are not that good to be known for. 

I go to the school where every rich and some idols go to. Because they have the higher educations for me and also because I earn a scholarship to go there for free, and that the principal will pay for me to attend. I've worked really hard for me to attend there because when I'm older than I am now I want to become a world renown fashion designer and composer, and singer/songwriter for myself.

I always love making music, like singing and dancing and sometimes a little bit of rap between it, and creating new clothing out of my old clothes. But isn't all that I want to become successful.  I also want to make my families be proud of me for what I've done. And make their life easier, so they can be happier.

At least that what i thought.}

[Story begin]

I'm sitting here during lunchtime on the roof eating alone because in the cafeteria there are too many people talking and it annoys me. It has been like this since the beginning of my freshmen high school year so in 9th grade. And now I'm a senior. Here on the roof, no one can talk to me and I say whatever I want. When I said that I mean I talk my guarding angel, and when is night he or she return to the heaven and tell God about how my day. 

I know I sound crazy and weird but that how I am. And one thing about talking to my guarding angel is that I felt safe and everything around me totally pauses, it like I'm the only one who sits there alone with my guarding angel. I haven't heard it voice's but I know it beautiful because it made from God.

A few moments later the alarm on my phone goes off, meaning that it time to get back to class. The next class is not really my favorite, because I have to sit next to a popular guy in the school, and he always copies of my paper. And every time I caught him he acts like he wasn't even looking over my answer, and like nothing happen. I really hope that he someday get snap in the face for cheating. But he wasn't mean, and that he is actually nice,cheerful, loud, and friendly too. He always wants to talk to me but I kept on ignoring him and shutting him up. I know what I doing is mean but I must do this or him or me will get hurt in the end, and I don't want that.

When I was walking back to the classroom is Woozi who stopped me. "Hey, Y/N. Heading back to class?" I just nod to him. "Well~l~ll, you see the thing is that I forgot to do the homework that has given to us yesterday and I hmm was wondering if...."

Before he can finish it I cut him off. "Forget it," I said.

He curious grin drop. "Please~ just for this one last time? Promise!" He said, but I still don't believe him. 

"Woozi, that the same thing you have said to me the last time. Now I have to go to class. Move." (Just imagine that he is around age 17-19 and so are others people later) He moves away to let me go through but what I thought was wrong, he kept on following me.

I don't really care anymore because if I stay and talk to him it will be waste of time and I'll be late for class. When we got to the class the whole was just doing their thing. I saw a note again, it has been happening since the second year of high school. I don't know who put it there but every single day and I mean even at my apartment doorstep. They put it in an envelope, and in there they wrote some kind of riddle or poem for me.