I Hate Her | Park Jimin

CHAPTER THREE

You sat up lazily, rubbing your eyes and massaging your temples. Your head kinda hurt a bit, you didn't know why.

You weakly remove the blanket from your body and wear your slippers on. You pick up your towel that hung on the hanger and left your room. You opened your bathroom and started taking a bath. You step out the shower and walk back in your room wrapping a towel around your body and on top of your wet hair.

You put on your uniform and after you finished, you looked at your reflection on the mirror. You brushed your hair from top to end. Then you brushed it again swifting it to the left side, then you changed to the right. You fist half of your hair and frustratingly let it go. You pick up your black rubber band and tied your hair loosely, not minding if you look ugly or not as always you didn't care about your apperance.

And why would I care now?

You put on your hoodie and pick up your backpack and run downstairs. You sat down and hurriedly eat your breakfast. You then brushed your teeth after and finally you left your house. The routine's same as yesterday.

You breath in the air. You don't know why but it felt so suffocating inside. You let out a long sigh. You started taking a walk to a bus station and waited for a bus to come.

Your life, is really boring. If it ever put in a book no one would read it.

Those beautiful girls must have really interesting life. Those extroverts might be having fun partying. You suddenly felt jealous to the other girls who were so confident with their body, you wish you can do that too but you can't. The more you worry about it, the more you wanted to pull out your hair.

Your hand tightly formed into a fist. Trying your hard not to punch yourself for being like these.

Maybe it's just in my mind. You always thought.

Your mother's words kept on ringing in your mind ' You can forget about it and move on in your life, don't think too much about it.'

I could fight this right? I could just forget about this ugly thoughts and go on with my life right? But why can't I?

There's just so many fucking things anywhere that triggers you.

The bus arrived and you hop in.

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"Here." Your best friend Jisoo handed you her paper.

You looked at her confused. "What is this?"

"How can you forget?! It's our homework." She said and your eyes widened.

You quickly opened your bag and brought out your pen and paper.

You quickly copied her homework.

5 minutes more and our teacher will be here! Shit!

Your teacher had finally arrived. She asked all of you to stand up for greetings and you quickly scribbled down the last sentence.

Just two more words and I'm- fuck! Finally!

You stood up from your seat and all of you bow down.

"Good day Mrs. Cha." You all said in unison.

"Good day. Sit down and let's check your assignments." She said and you all settled down.