I have nothing to loose

A Monster?

A week passed in school; nothing really changed. I stayed after everyday helping out Mr. Kim. I found out he was also Korean and now we speak it to each other when we are doing work in the class. He made me feel better. He encouraged me and would always try to make me feel more comfortable. I didn't know why he was helping me. It's been a while since anyone cared about me. He believed in me. My anger issues started to get toned down a bit. Mr. Kim would bring up every once and a while my past asking questions about it and I would either change the subject or act as if I didn't hear him; after a few times he stopped asking. I didn't want to tell him my story, he knew I was in jail he knew I was troublesome but he doesn't know the story in details. I'm afraid if I do tell him he would change his opinion about me. He is the only person I can talk to at all. Everyone is either scared of me or hates me. My face doesn't really give out the " I'm friendly please talk to me" kind of vibes. Now that I think about it I'm kind of a monster. Ugly, has anger issues and that no one likes.
Today is Thanksgiving, Mr. Kim kept reminding me to make sure that I went. He said for me to be able to recover I need to go places and have fun at try to live " a normal life". I wish it was that easy but I have nothing to loose so why not. Free food! 
I got dressed and went to the address. After looking around for a while I found Mr. Kim.
Me:" hiiiii"
He looked at me and just stood there for a minute.
Me:" hello?" I waved my hand in front of his face and he snapped.
Mr. Kim:" hi Hyorim I was waiting for you"
He smiled
Me:" you didn't tell me that this was going to be an old people party" I laughed
Mr. Kim:" yh I figured if I did you would not come and you would have spent the holiday alone"
I blushed we started walking around he said hi to a couple of people and we got drinks I got a Coke and he got wine. We we're standing and talking about what he used to do when he was younger with his family on Thanksgiving while there was kids running around. Suddenly one kid bumps into me and his grape juice spills all over my dress.
Kid:" oh I'm sorry" he said with his cute voice
Me:" oh it's okay are you okay?" I kneeled down to his level and he started crying and ran to his mother. I put my head down and got up tears rolled down my cheek as I tried wiping them off, at this point I forgot about the stain on my clothes all I could think about was that s kid cried because he saw my face.