Gifted || Nakamoto Yuta || ON HOLD

0.03

I stepped onto campus. Seeing the vast set of students, I knew that I didn't belong here. Yet I was proud of it.

Being smart comes in different packages. Most people came to this school because they were skilled academically. They knew everything about History, Math, English, etc.

I, on the other hand, came here because I can type.

Type quite well.

I came here because the Board of Education can't tell the difference between official and forged grades. I came here because I faked it.

It's not like anybody will know.

It's not like I knew about this place. It's not like I wanted to come to this place. But at this point, anything is better than Osaka. Everybody knew me in Osaka as the girl without parents. The girl without friends.

The lonely girl with a lonely heart.

At least being in a boarding school was better for me. Nobody knew me. Unless they were Japanese. But there shouldn't be much because the school is in Seoul, South Korea.

Being in a boarding school, especially for Gifted Students was hard. It's even harder if you're not gifted. It's way harder if you are well below average when it comes to academics.

But on the other hand, it proves that I can use computers better than I thought.

It proves that there is something significant about me other than the fact of being infamous as the girl with a record. A criminal record.

I walked up to one of the staff, who was greeting new children, like me. He says to head to the auditorium and there would be a short briefing.

I grasp the handle of my suitcase and walk toward the direction he pointed. When will we get to the dorms? Even though my suitcase had nothing in it except for a couple outfits, I was getting tired of holding it.

I stood along the wall, feeling too uncomfortable to sit anywhere.

I was scrolling through my Instagram feed, feeling too awkward to talk to anybody. As I was about to like a funny post, a hand snatched my beloved phone out of mine.

"What are you doing here?" the voice asked. I rolled my eyes, recognizing the voice that was airplane guy.

"Shut it airplane guy," I snapped, before I came to my senses. "Wait, wait, hold up. What are you doing here?"

"You don't belong here," he says. Does he know...?

"I don't know what you're talking about. Kindly hand me my phone," I put on an annoyed expression to match the sentence, yet inside, all I could think about was what he said.

"I'm here for a reason. I'm smart. Smart enough to know that you shouldn't be--" he took a look at my phone screen before talking again. "Looking at memes at a time like this," he says.

"Why can't I look at memes?" I was appalled. If there was a no-meme policy, I'm leaving.

"I know you don't belong here. If you did, you'd be studying for the test. The big test. Instead, you were sleeping on the plane and now looking at memes," he scolded me as if he were my mother.

I was a bit surprised at first, but then I remembered.

To the Suzuki Kiko,

We are pleased to inform you that you have been selected to be enrolled in a boarding school for the academically advantaged teens. This boarding school is specialized for children your age who exceed the charts with their high scores and grades.

When coming to school on the first day, there will be a briefing that you will be invited to. Also, there is a big test on the second day of school to see if you are as good as we think you are, although I have no doubt about it.

I hope you do well. This test determines your future.

Sincerely,

Board of Education.

"Oh, yeah," I said, with my mouth hanging slightly open. Mental note to study a bit.

His eyebrows raised. "Don't tell me that you for--"

Forged? No he was probably gonna say 'Forgot'

"Okay students. Quiet down. We have an announcement to make. You all know about the test tomorrow right?" the headmaster started on the stage, interrupting Airplane Guy's constant nagging. "By a show of hands, how many of you have heard about this school?"

No students raised their hands. "Exactly. We don't want outsiders finding out about this school. If they found out about the things that we do here, we'd be shut down."

What's that supposed to mean?

"Anyways, we are looking forward to having you in our class. Your schedules should have been mailed to you, but if not, see one of the staff members. Your dormitory assignments should be emailed to you any minute. Good luck students!" he walked off the stage with a round of applause from the students following his last words.

As the curtains closed and the crowd started dispersing, I was about to check my phone for that email, but then I realized that stupid Airplane Guy has it.

"Yo, you just received an email.", he nudged my shoulder as if we already knew each other for years. "You're in Class A1?! How did you even get in there? It's for the smartest people on campus?" he exclaimed, looking at my phone.

A wave of panic rushed through me as I saw him holding my phone. That wasn't my spare phone so it had all my personal things on it. I grabbed it from him, startling him. "Don't touch my phone. I don't even know your name," I spoke in a dark, threatening voice.

Checking the email again, I saw the name of my roommate.

Han Jaehee

"Didn't I tell you I belonged here?" I said, finally feeling superior.

"Don't get too cocky you know," he checks his phone while saying so. A smile lights up his face. "I got in too!"

My face turned into a disgusted expression. "Why are you so happy to get into my class. I mean, I am amazing but like I don't even know you."

His facial expression copied mine, comically disgusted. "My success has nothing to do with you. I'm just happy I got in," he said.

His phone vibrated again, signaling that he had gotten another notification. Once he checked it, his face went gloomy.

I went back to liking memes on Instagram.

"I know you're probably wondering why I'm sad," he looks at me.

"Um no not real--"

"It's my girlfriend", he interrupted. "She texted me saying that she got in Class 1B. Ugh she said she was really close to getting in my class."

"Wow, my gosh. I'm sorry for your loss", I said, while waiting for him to stop talking.

"Stop pretending to care. If you don't care then tell me.", he said.

"Sorry, now if you don't mind, I'll get back to my dorm now.", I said, while placing my hand on the cold handle of the suitcase.

"Fake people make me sick." he mumbled under his breath, as if I wasn't supposed to hear it.

"Sorry, what was that?" I asked, knowing clearly what he said.

"Nothing," he said, and brushed my shoulder, walking past me towards the boy's dorm rooms.

Weirdo.

(A/N):

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