IX LAMIA

CH. I

MINA POV

"WAKE UP TRASH! I'M GONNA BE LATE!" yelled my new foster sister, Seyun, as she banged on my door.

I open my eyes with annoyance and reached for my phone. It was only 8:00 AM and classes start at 9. The high school isn't even far from here. It's like 5 minutes from here if we go by car.

But I didn't argue, what I learned from my 9 fosters homes since I was 5 is that, there's no point in arguing with your new foster family. For as long as I remember, I was always treated badly by all of my foster parents. They would just take me in so that they could earn money from the government then eventually kick me out. Or most of the time, I'd be found somewhere else by the government and they would find out what was happening. So they'd just move me to a new home that will just treat me the exact same way.

I quickly tidy up my bed before I take a quick shower. After I just put on a simple blue (worn-out) skinny jeans and a white shirt. After I got myself ready, I went out of my room and headed to the kitchen.

"The hell you oversleeping for?!" said my new foster mom. "Be thankful my beautiful Seyun woke you up in the first place! Remember! You are not part of this family to be acting all comfortable around this house. You're just bringing in money for us for the time-being so behave yourself!" she said

"Good morning to you too" I sarcastically said. I said it quietly because I couldn't handle another yelling. Those words would hurt a normal person, but I've been hearing those kinds of things for years so I've just grown numb to it.

"Come on trash! You gotta drive me to school! I just got my nails done!" Seyun said as she purposely bumped into me.

It was already around 8:25 AM. Way too early for my liking to go to school. But again, I don't argue. I just take an apple from the counter and headed out.

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We got to the school around 8:30 AM. I hesitatingly got out of the car before I looked up my new school. JYP High School. Doesn't seem to look any different from my previous schools. The same set of high school kids. All have their own cliques. The popular kids, the smart kids, the athletes... and then you have the kids like me. The outcasts. Honestly, at this point of my life, it doesn't bother me anymore that I'm different from everyone else. I'm used to people thinking I'm a weirdo.

Its the middle of March already. I'm going on as a senior in 12th grade. I just need to get through 3 more months of school before I can officially get out of the foster system and go on my own. "Just 3 more months, Mina,"  I think to myself. "You got this"

"Listen carefully here trash! No one can know we're connected in any way! So don't try hanging out with me during lunch or just any time! I can assure myself that we won't be in any classes because I'm a year younger. Just stay-"

"Wasn't planning on it," I said as I cut her sentence, not letting her finish. I knew she was shocked by that and so I heard her yell "HEY!" but I didn't care to look back.

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I walk inside the school. I look around and see the usual: everyone in their own groups, talking and laughing. I was never really someone who could make a friend, let alone be in a group of friends. I always just stick to myself. Fitting in is just such a complicated thing to do for me.

I pulled out my schedule and checked to see my first class. BIOLOGY 9:00 AM - 10:00 AM

An hour of biology... great! I'm not too worried about catching up and stuff. I just strangely did well in my studies for as long as I can remember. I'd study, but not as much as other people but I would still end up with straight A's.