Kim Jong-Un (One shots)

Kim's Secret

   Kim Jong-Un, also known as Kim-chan, was the most popular girl in school. All the boys loved her and all the girls wanted to be her. But Kim had a secret, a secret that no one knew about. She was planning to keep it this way as well. 

    It was a Tuesday and Kim was heading to class for her first period. All the guys were surrounding her as she twirled in her short skirt. She let out a giggle and held a peace sign up " I'll see you boys after class!" She skipped into the classroom and sat down at her desk. She waved at the teacher and gave him a quick wink. Kim pulled out her pencil and quickly began work for the day. 

   " Kim-Chan, I would like to see you after class." Everyone in class looked at Kim who was now embarrassed.  

    " O-Okay..." She dug her head into her book and sighed. After the bell rang all the students left and only Kim sat there. The teacher closed the door and sat down at his desk.

   " Come here Kim- Chan." Kim slowly got up and made her way to the teacher. 

    " Yes?" She held her arms behind her back, she tried to smile. 

  " I know you're secret." The teacher spoke bluntly. A small phrase like that made Kim's world come crashing down. Her stomach dropped and her eyes filled with panic. 

   " Oh, please don't tell anyone!" Kim got on her knees and begged the teacher. He smirked at her and tapped his pencil on the desk. 

   " I won't...but you'll have to do something for me?" He winked at Kim as she gulped. She had an idea of what he would want. 
    

     " I cant do that." She shook her head at the thought. 

    " Fine, then i'll tell everyone." He got up

    " No!" She yelled dramatically and started to cry. Kim got up and ran out of the class room to the group of boys waiting for her. They all comforted her as she cried, she never told them why she was upset.

     The next day Kim walked into school and all eyes were on her. As she passed she heard whispering and chuckles. Her head hung low in shame as she tried to look for the group of boys. A few walked up to her but not as many as before. The group seemed to be split in half. " I-I'm sorry for not telling you guys. " 

    " It's okay. You're even cuter." One guy spoke, he placed a hand on her shoulder. 

   " Gay!" Someone beside a locker shouted, and the boy shouted back. 

   " Traps are not gay!" 

   " Are to!" 

   Everyone in the hall was now in war. One half was on one side and the other was on the other side. Each side either saying traps are gay and traps aren't gay. The war lasted a decade in that very hall. Everyone in the hall died. Either of murder or starvation because the school had to close down. Mostly the second thing. But ten years later a statue was built in honor of the war. A statue of Kim-Chan stood in front of the school. 

     You nod to all your students in the classroom " And that class, that is how North Korea came to be."