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Someone bumped into my desk which made me put a line almost going across my drawing.

I just looked at in in shock. I turned to see XiaoJun looking at me. I just stared at him I tried to read his mind but I got a head ache.

I cringed form the pain and held my head. I heard him chuckle and sit down. He just looked forward and I got myself back together.

I sat back up and I saw girls looking at me and XiaoJun together. I just kept drawing trying to fix the mistake the girls made.

I kept drawing until my arm was bumped again by the person next to me. I glared at him and went back to drawing.

"Ms. Cheonsa this is not Art class." I looked up and blushed from the embarrassment.

I hurried and put my stuff away. I looked back to the board but had gotten out my smaller book. The one me and my little sister had drawn in when I was 16.

I smiled at her chicken scratches. And the random lines she put in some of my drawings.

I could feel XiaoJuns eyes on me, I could care less. I was having a great memory of her and my mom. I missed them so much.

I kept my attention on the teacher and back at my book. I started drawing an eye. A crying one for my feelings. I draw my feelings which make everything seem better.

If the teacher asked me to draw something on the board since I saw drawing so much I would've just drew an eye. I came back to reality when everyone started getting ready to leave the class.

I stayed after to wait for everyone to leave. I sat there and XiaoJun did as well. I looked at him and then got my stuff to leave.

"You talk don't you?" He finally broke the silence. I just looked at him and walked towards the door.

He just let me go. I looked back in the room and he was still there.

I went to the lunch room and got my tray. I walked carefully to the back of the cafeteria. I noticed the table with the mean girls. I tried to stray away from them, but one of them called me over.

"Hey Cheonsa come sit with us!" She yelled in front of the whole school. Not as if I wasn't noticed enough by the color of my skin.

I rolled my eyes. I wanted to say something, but I knew I couldn't.

I just kept on walking to my seat. I sat and picked up my chop sticks.

I stayed there and drew. Waiting for Soyeon to come to the rescue. I felt a shake on the table and I jolted up.

A boy with weird looking boy with very sharp features and a small head sat down right infront of me.

I got my stuff together to leave since I didn't want any trouble.

He didn't put his hands up or anything he just let me leave. I looked back at him still sitting there alone.

I walked to the trash and I felt a foot on mine. I fell forward and almost fell on my food. As soon as I felt myself fall, but I stopped in mid air. My mind was only focused on not falling. I noticed I used my powers then put my hands down to fall on them.

I didn't know what to do but start picking up the left over food off the floor. I didn't care how dirty my hands were, I didn't care how many people were looking at me and laughing.

No one helped me. Boys walked past me. One person helped, one girl.

"Honey are you OK? I'm so sorry I shoukd'e been here for you. I didn't know where you were I couldn't find you." I heard Soyeon voice as she lifted me up from the floor with my mess.

I was too embarrassed to talk. I looked as if I was in a daze. I put my head down and limped to the trash can. My leg had started to hurt again since I forgot my medicine.

I threw the stuff in the trash and looked at my clothes. No piece of food had fallen on my uniform. I was so happy.

"What a slut bending over to show everyone her ass."

I wanted to say something back so bad. I could go off on her so bad. My first year of high school helped me build my character to fight back.

I walked out the door with Soyeon. The girl being mean sat back down. I could've used my powers to pull her skirt off and show her underwear to everyone.

I didn't cry I just wanted to go home. Back to my boys. Back to the practice room.

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