** They're speaking in Korean, but since I can't get an exact translation, I'll use English instead.
"KISEOP! GET DOWN HERE! NOW!", she yells.
Hi, I'm Kiseop Lee. I'm 16, live in Seoul, South Korea with my mom, and have blonde hair (dyed) , and dark brown eyes.
I wake up to my mother screaming for me, of course, am I getting slapped again?
*****FLASHBACK*****
"KISEOP LEE!", she screams.
"Yes?", I run down the stairs.
SLAP!
"OW! What was that for?!", I yell.
"You didn't do what you were supposed to do! I asked you to go to the store and get me my list of things!"
"Excuse me. No you didn't."
Another slap across the face.
Yelling, she says, "Don't backsass me boy! For that, no food for the next 2 nights!"
It's ok, I don't eat very much.
*****FLASHBACK OVER****
I run down the stairs. "Yes Ma?"
That fake, sickingly sweet tone she uses when her boyfriend's here. "Can you please take out the trash for me? Then find your way to school, thank you"
"Your welcome." I grab the gigantic bag of trash, along my schoolbag and headed out the door. I drop the trash off, then walk to school. I never ride the bus. Ever.
***School***
"Hey fag!", I look over to the new kid, with desperation in my eyes.
"Oh, that's the fag? Haha, he looks like it!", the new boy says.
Ugh, just because I dye my hair, being shy & quiet, does that really mean I'm a fag?
I walk to my locker, despite all of the taunting and laughing I am hearing. Yes ladies & gents, I'm the laughing stock of Seoul Junior/Senior High School.
Shove! Crack!
My body cracks as it hits the lockers, and I slide down to the floor, just waiting for this to be over.
I look in desperation, confusion, and for help.
Of course.. I thought. No one's gonna me now, not ever..
**LUNCH**
"Hey, Ki. Where are you going?", Leland asks as he keeps jogging towards me with 2 muscular guys on his left & right side.
"Please leave me alone"
"No", he says , forcing me up against the lockers. "Now stop if you know what's best for you"
I stutter. " Can't you just leave me alone? Even for a day?"
"You're too much of a faggot for that.", he replies.
Then he started to hit me everywhene, except my face. I wanted to fight back, bit then knew I was a goner if I did.
But after a few minutes I started to taste blood, knowing it's not a good sign. I just curled up & hid my face until it was over.
I walked to the next bullying hotspot- The Gymnasium.
Damn... Thought my day couldn't be even worse.
