Chapter 1
I'm a genius... right?READ AUTHOR'S NOTE BELOWWWWWWW
Hi.
What was I supposed to do?
Right, introduce myself.
Can I start from the top again?
Oh my gosh I'm such a failure.
Okay.
Ahem
Hi, my name is Jung Saeri, 18 years old as of now. Currently studying as a second-year in the most prestigious music academy in Korea, the Eunoa academy. Where students can improve on their music skills but still focus on their studies and where its facilities are top-notched in order to train their aspiring musicians to be the best in the world. You can call it a haven for musicians, or so said in Wikipedia.
Well, there’s one thing teachers got right, never trust Wikipedia. The information put up there is by losers who doesn’t know a single about what they were writing and blindly following what they were told and believed in. Here’s the truth.
Eunoa academy. The school for students who in their studies to stack their specs so as to be able to get into the Ivy League stream of schools to satisfy their parents without the need of grades. A school full of snobby rich kids who have parents who have the money to bribe their way into anything. Basically it’s just an empty building filled with corruption. Literally. Students who bully other students who don’t do what they want. Teachers bullying the ones who in the classes. The admin staff accepting bribes from anyone who was rich. Then, how did I get there?
I had average musical skills, which resulted in me getting 197th in the entire cohort for music and the teachers not liking me. Also ended up in me being isolated by the entire student body because they didn’t want “hanging out with 197th place” in their report cards. ers.
But seriously, how did I get there?
Easy, because I’m a genius.
I know 7 languages, do math problems even university kids can’t solve, understand science problems that even you don’t know about and memorize pi up till the 20th digit (I was bored). Basically, I’m a natural born genius. That’s why I was there. You see, a school can’t run on popularity just by their amazing music geniuses, they have to have some nerds and geeks to boost up their academic power. So I’m basically just a pawn in their whole game. But how could I refuse? I come from a poor family and don’t have enough money to go to an average school. So if a corrupted school comes to me with a scholarship that would cover everything, what could I do?
This brings me to my family problems.
I am an only child. My father left our family when I was 5 for another woman which left my mum devastated. This also led my mum to drowning herself in booze which slowly depleted our savings until we were living in a 2-room apartment. But my mum still apparently not getting the message because she was still drinking her life away like a fool. That was why whenever I was home, she’d either be sleeping from a hangover, experiencing one or drinking. That is my life my friends.
Now back to the present.
Here I am, in front of the school grounds afraid to take another step. I took a shaky breath before putting one step forward.
“No I still can’t do it,” I muttered under my breath.
I turned around and started pacing to and fro in front of the school wondering whether I should go in or not. Its 10 minutes to the opening ceremony and I still haven’t gone in yet. Students are already rushing past me, ignoring my existence.
Yes, I was scared. The almighty Jung Saeri is afraid of school. No wait, correction. The almighty Jung Saeri is afraid of the snobby teenage kids who don’t give a to a non-existence like her. She’s afraid that she might make a big mistake that will tear down her curtain of invisibility and expose her in front of the whole student body.
No, I do not like that. I don’t like the spotlight on a socially-awkward person like me. It’s not that I’m usually socially awkward or anything. It’s just that all those es with their luxury handbags and branded accessories make me want throw up. I’d rather not talk to them, who know if I mess up, I will pop my safety bubble and poof, there goes my veil of invisibility. So I look like a socially awkward perso
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