Ocean||Choi Yeonjun

Chapter 2

Oceanaia's POV

I wake up too early so I can go to school early and I can't see the bullies that are always making fun of me.

I take a bath and look for my uniform in the closet. I look at my arms and I see many purplish bruises on my arms.

I already put my clothes in the closet because Yana forced me to do it.

I put on my uniform and just let down my hair. I put on my contact lenses and I get my bag and my phone. I put my phone in the pocket in my bag and sat down on my bed so I could put my socks and shoes on.

I rush to the kitchen to cook our breakfast.

Minutes passed and I had already finished cooking and Yana was still sleeping, so I ate and wrote a note and left.

I walk towards my school and a few students are in here.

I walked fast and I hung my head low.

Don't look at them, Naia. Just walk straight and don't listen to them.

I always convince myself to not listen to them. They all look at me the same way, as if I'm not a human like them. They're laughing at me for no apparent reason. I just act like I didn't hear anything and I don't see anything.

That's what I am every day.

I successfully got into our room and it's just me and one of my genius classmates.

I sit alone in the back because no one dares sit beside me. If someone dares to talk and sit beside me, I consider that a prank, bet, or just a desire to make friends and make me do their homework and projects.

I put on my earphones to listen to some chill music and I look at the window to think of some stuff.

Then, after a moment of silence, someone suddenly pulls my earphones and unplugs them from my phone. She dropped it on the floor and stomped at it hard to make it break into pieces.

I look down and I see familiar heels. I look at her face, expressionless.

"Good morning, loner." Taeni said, smirking at me.

She laughed along with her four friends.

"I'm sorry to break your earphones." she fake apologized.

I just look at them.

"Can you just talk?" she yelled, grabbing my collar.

She's the one who wants me to get mad, but look who's mad now.

"You can't speak? Did someone cut your tongue?" she said.

But I just stare at her.

"You're boring." she said, and let go of my collar.

The five of them sit in their seats.

I fixed my tie and uniform. I look at my headphones and they're broken.
I sighed and put my phone in my pocket and lay on my desk.

I hate being here.

I pull up the sleeves of my coat and I see the purplish marks on my arm. I tap it softly and it hurts.

I put my sleeves down when I heard from our teacher.

"Good morning, class!" the teacher said.

"Good morning, ma'am!" We all stood up and said.

"You may now sit." she said.

"So we have a new transfer student and be good to him." our adviser said.