YG Protection Program

Chapter 2

Dara POV

~Flashback (Grade 3)~

Tiffany grabbed my wrist.

"My mom said yes!"

"Really? I'm so exited!"

"Me too! We're gonna have SO much fun Dara! "

I grinned as a reply and ran to the swing.

"Tiff! Come push me!"

I looked over, and searched for her until I found her with a group of girls. She quickly noticed my gaze and waved to the group. She ran over to me.

"Minhae. They were just talking to me."

"Ah, okay. Push me!"

She giggled and pushed me on the swing. Somebody called her over, and she told me it was her mom. I left to go home, and I decided to pick up an ice cream, as it was right beside my house. As I approached the truck, I saw a group of girls surrounding it. It was Tiffany too! 

"Tiff! I thought you had to go?"

She looked back, with a startled face, and pulled the arms of oneof the older girls. They ran away together, leaving me standing by the ice cream tryck, really confused. It was school the next day. I saw Tiffany, and decided to ask her about yesterday, but then schickened out.

"Hey! Are we still hanging out tomorrow?"

I asked. She took a deep breath and turned to face me.

"Minhae. My omma cancelled our plans. Something about a concert. Minhae Dara-chan!"

She bowed and walked off. I cocked my head and watched her walk speedy down the hall. I myself went to my class. I saw a new student sitting alone. She had long brown hair, and a doll face.

"Annyeong! I'm Dara!"

I greeted her. She looked up and faintly smiled.

"I'm Bom."

"well, nice to meet you Bom! I'm going to call you Bommie."

I proudly told her. I moved a chair next to her desk, and looked at the book she clutched in her left hand. 

"I read that! How do you like it?"

"Eh? Oh, it's good."

I smiled. I looked behind me, to see the girls I saw Dara with yesterday, pointing and laughing at us in the back corner. I put my hands on my hips and went over to them.

"You are being mean. Mind your manners and please stop."

I requested. The main one looked at me with disgust.

"Mwo? You tell me to mind my manners? Says the little girl rudely interrupting our conversation. Not to mention you are talking to filthy fake-face."

I furrowed my eyebrows, and looked at her. She was holding her neatly-done homework. Without thinking, I grabbed it from her hand and ripped it up, throwing it at her, and walking back to Bommie.

"Don't worry about them."

I told her. How could Tiffany-ssi stand those bullies? I sat in my seat, and again saw the girls pointing and laughing. I need to tell Tiffany to stay away from them. I saw her in the hall, talking to the girls. When she saw me, she gave me a dirty look and stormed away.