Chaneun's POV
I can see the school, but I'm still about a minute away.
Theres kids messing around and every so often ill see an eye or two look at me for a second to long.
As I reach the front gate I look up at the school and sigh before walking in.
This time many were staring.
Not just for a second but longer.
At my old school I gained popularity before I was insta famous, and since we have a relatively small school, it was only like close to 100 people who attended.
But since my mother wanted me to live closer to Jinyoung, I had to change schools.
And of course since I was excepted we had to move.
But there were not less than 100 students here, there was more than 800 students here. Trust me I looked it up.
So me being in a family of VERY attractive people including myself it is not hard to stick out.
Dont get me wrong I love the attention on Instagram, but in real life it makes me awkward.
I walked down the hall avoiding eyes, looking at my feet.
Until I bumped into someone.
Quickly I look up and apologize.
"I'm so sorry I wasnt paying attention to where I was going."
"Its all good!" The girl replied as she dusted of her skirt.
"Hey you look familiar." She said as she leaned in closer to me.
"Oh you're that Instagram girl." She said as she snapped her fingers.
I sounded an awkward laugh and nodded my head.
"Do you need help looking for your class." I smiled and nodded.
Theres a fine line between fake and nice.
And she didnt cross it.
From the beginning you could tell she was genuine and considerate.
Usually girls would be like 'excuse you' or 'its fine.' Then when they figure out who I am they'll be like, 'oh, do you wanna go out for coffee' or 'oh you're that Instagram model'
Finally they'll start a conversation that I DON'T wanna be in and before I'll leave they'll say 'let's take a selca and upload it!' Or 'do you mind shouting me out, or simply following me?'
I of course say yes, but then unadd them after they leave. Its harsh, but they used me first.
"So, what do you like to do?" The friendly figure said.
"Blog, Dance, and Sing," I say with a soft smile "what about you?" I ask her.
"Painting, Drawing, that kinda stuff." She says with a chilled out vibe.
"Oh that's cool! I've always wanted to be artistically inclined in the drawing department, but you cant have everything."
"Yea. Oh by the way, my name is Elizabeth, but all my friends call me Liz." She says proudly, did I mention she wasnt Korean?
Or maybe she was, she looked black and asian but I dont know if she's Korean or something else.
"Liz, can I ask you a question?" I ask quietly, I didnt want to offend her so I asked soothingly.
"Are you mixed with korean or," I speak in a faster tone.
"Yeah, my mom is black and my dad is korean, I've lived here my whole life though." I nod as she speaks, understanding what she meant.
"Anyways this is your homeroom class." I thank her but then realize I never even told her my class.
"Wait, how did you know where I was suppose to go?" I question.
Liz smiles before saying, "You are Instagram famous, everyone knows what class you're in" she walks off and I slowly make my way into the classroom.
