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Jaein Park was a peculiar person, and she'd been like that for as long as she could remember.
When she was really young, she remembered being in day care, playing alone while waiting for her dad to pick her up because even then the kids knew something about her was off.
She was tracing little symbols in the dirt and munching down on fruit snacks when a small black butterfly with ugly wings and a rancid stench landed on the little symbols.
She had looked at it while it pranced around and found herself offering one of her little snacks. The butterfly had landed on her small fingers, and suddenly more of the things had appeared.
They began to swarm, latching into the other children causing them to scream and yell. The assistant who was looking after them called for more of the workers and they chased the things away.
But not before they were all left with itchy rashes and torn clothes. The butterflies had gone, almost like they disappeared into the shadows, and Jaein was strangely unharmed.
Before they cold turn their attention to the pale little girl, her father had appeared out of almost no where in the midst of the chaos and snatched her up into his arms.
Before she even knew what was happening she was snapped into her car seat and her father was zooming her home. She never went back to the day care again.
Now 12 years later she sat in math, pretending to pay attention as she doodled along her papers borders in a red pen.
Marian Charles sat behind her, being as stupid as he always is and kicking the back fo her seat. She learned to ignore it though, and imagined stabbing him in the leg with her pen.
Thoughts like these helped get her into therapy, along with the fact she always sees something someone else doesn't. Once while she was walking with her Chae she had seen a shadowy figure on the corner of their street but Chae had seen nothing.
The bell rang out, and filled the class with sound. Jaein sighed in relief, she didn't think she could take much more of the constant pounding on the back of her seat.
"Alright, class dismissed," Ms. Lopez said turning off the SMART board.
Jaein pushed her things into her bag so hurriedly that she ended up dropping her pencil case and spilling her multicolored pens across the tile floor.
Since she was the head of her row everyone stepped all over her things, no one bothering to stop. At least until Venus Soleil.
She sat in the back of the class, didn't bother to be active during lessons. She was the girl who didn't confront her gender, sometimes appearing feminine and other times masculine. Sometimes she didn't respond to you unless you addressed her as a he and sometimes it was the other way around. Most called her ghost girl, because you could barely even hear her footsteps but whenever she was in theatre and singing on the musicals she was always easy to find. In short she was a wild card.
