Alone.
I'm fifteen now. And high school is nothing but lonesome. I don't blame anyone for it though.
I'm the one quiet student. No one bothers me because I'm kind of just, there. Ninth grade is coming to an end. Just a few more weeks until our Seniors graduate and the rest of us move up into the next grade of hell.
Jisung goes to the school. I pass by him in the halls and if we make eye contact, he gives me this glare like he hasn't let go of the pass.
I'm sorry, Jisung. I made a mistake.
I sit alone at lunch. No one cares. It's a normal routine. Which I don't mind too much. Though I still feel like I'm falling apart.
My father's comments get worst by the days. They're different every time. I don't know how to deal with it.
"Hey."
I look up at the sound of the voice. It was a junior. I knew him as Chan. Everyone knows him because he works really hard but also cares a lot for his friends.
"Um, hi." I say, a little above a whisper, as a response.
"Mind if I sit here?"
"No. . ." My voice is hushed. This is all so new to me. No one ever comes up to me.
"Sorry, I just. I see you sit alone everyday and I kind of hurts me to see that. I'm Chan." He explains.
"Seungmin." I respond.
"You don't talk much, do you?" He asks as he picks at his food. I don't have any, though. I need to loose weight.
I shake my head. "I don't really have anyone to talk to."
"That's the most you've said to me." He points out. "Where's your food?"
"I'm not hungry." I lie.
"Okay." He responds without question, which I'm thankful for. "So you're still a freshman, right?"
"Yes." I nod.
"I'm your Hyung." He states. "What school did you come from?"
"Same school as Han Jisung." I say, since we came from out of the area.
"Oh, are you two friends?"
"We used to be." I answer, looking away from Chan and down at the table.
"What happened, if you don't mind me asking?"
"I wasn't a very nice person back then."
It was silent between us. He was probably going to leave and go sit with his friends.
"Sorry, I was just trying to see you as a mean person and I can't." He says, shaking his head as he still looked like he was trying to. "I think it's because you've barely said a sentence to me. So I can't really see you being mean to someone." He explained.
"Also, can I have your number? I wanna get to know you." Chan asked, smiling.
"Um. Yeah, sure. I guess." I shrugged.
Chan pulled his phone out of his pocket, offering it over to me. I put my number into his phone before handing it back to him.
The bell rang and he waved bye to me. Wow, that was new.
Little did I know, he would mean a lot to me.
A little more color to my life.
