My High School Teacher || Woo Do Hwan

chapter 9

"where have you been last night?"

"i have some businesses to handle"

Does she even care? wow.

"don't tell me you slept with some guys" she arched an eyebrow. Wahh so you thought i'm some kind of a prostitute? Jeez, i'm not your mirror.

"nah i'm not like you" I ate a bite of my toasted bread before going to the shoe rack next to the door and putting on my school shoes. I never said goodbye to my aunt, so I swung the door wide open and left the house without saying anything.

The bus ride was once again tedious, but this time I had brought my earbuds with me. Great. I put on my earphones and turned on my favorite tunes. I arrived at my location a few minutes later. School.

As i entered the hallways, i heard some people gossiping about me,

"she's here"

"i think she likes Mr. Woo"

"why did she go to the hospital with him?"

"do you know, Mr. Woo caressed her cheeks yesterday"

"are they dating?"

"ew. i hope not"

"she is such a flirt"

"a new girl is flirting with her teacher"

"prostitute"

I'm just hearing terrible things. Feelings can be harmed by words. You can be traumatized by words. Words have the power to change your life. But I'm an outlier. After my parents died, I found myself in this predicament numerous times. They bullied me and encouraged me to just die because I was such a loner. They teased me about not having parents and being a nerd.

'why can't you just die?'

'nerd'

'she lost her parents at such a young age'

'poor her'

'why dont you just die with your parents?'

'yeah, she's a loner anyways'

These girls muttering and gossiping about me are nothing compared to those statements from years ago. Our relationship status was misconstrued by them. I'm not sure if we're buddies or if we're dating. I'm merely a student who volunteered to assist her teacher. I simply felt sorry for him, which is why I assisted him.

I simply disregarded them jerks and proceeded to my locker to retrieve my books. I'm a karate black belt, so fuck off, bitches, or I'll shatter your neck. My father used to be a taekwondo instructor, and he began training me when I was six years old and continued until I was ten years old. Even though learning taekwondo was challenging and exhausting, it was well worth it. Because it's been years since I've done karate, I'm not sure if I still remember the moves and whatnot.

I locked my locker and turned to face the girls who were whispering behind me. Before proceeding straight to my class, I rolled my eyes. They're just morons that misread both of us, so I don't give a damn about them.

Most likely, the entire duration was tedious. I can't think of anything else but longing to return home. I'd like to take a nap and eat ramen. My female classmates have been throwing papers at me with the word'slut' written on them. Even though I was irritated, I didn't want to cause any trouble, and since I am a scholarship student, I won't allow myself to cause any problems or they will toss me out.

Maybe they're right; I should've just died that day with my parents, and now maybe I'm in a better place. Whatever. What are the chances? Maybe one day I'll be the happiest person on earth.