JASMINE'S POV 

It was finally lunchtime, and I was starving.

Surviving on a cereal bar since landing in Korea was really taking its toll on my body.

Classes were so damn awkward and Taehyung- he is so weird.

Ten minutes after I sat down next to him, he got up and left without asking the teacher.

She didn't even say anything.

Then he came back twenty minutes later, picked up his bag (assuming he forgot to take it before, what a pabo) and left again! 

I saw him at break time walking out of school, then he returned half an hour later.

He got sent out in every class for doing stupid things that you would expect a 5 year old to maybe do.

Pulling girls' hair, snoring in class and picking fights with the poor substitute teacher for Maths was the daily life of Kim Taehyung.

Or what I assumed it was.

Didn't he care about his grades or his future? It was nearly the end of the year which means exam time, and he wasn't bothered at all.

But, when there weren't any more textbooks left, he chucked me his.

That was pretty nice I guess.

He also got me a ruler and potractor which made me feel happier. 

It was the nicest thing anyone did since I came here.  

Making friends was so hard!

All I ever heard were comments about how I looked and what I was wearing.

I was told that my ethnic mix was like an alien, and a girl called Park Soo-Young said that I looked like I was begging for attention with the length of my skirt.

Even though it was longer than hers. At least it covered my bum, unlike hers. When she bent down to pick up her bag, her knickers were on show under her tights which I don't think is even allowed.

I didn't even know her, but she was a hypocritical cow and I could see us locking horns very soon. She was definitely a girl who could start drama, with her stupid clique of girls who called themselves 'Red Velvet'. 

I've gone off cake now.

Everytime I smiled at a girl who looked like she would smile back, she'd look away and later I'd catch her staring at me for a good minute.

When I decided to stare back, she would start a chain of whispering with her group, like an awful game of Chinese whispers and then they'd all burst out in fits of laughter.

This scenario happened four times already and lunch hadn't even started.

Not to mention a door was slammed in my face when this girl held it open for a boy who was walking right in front of me.

The girls in this high school were childishly venomous. 

Bruuuuuuuuuggggghhhlllll. 

Chill out stomach, I'm on my way to feed you. 

"That's the new girl."

"Who does she think she is?"

"Ahh she's trying to get all the namja's attention by acting innocent."

"Aigooo she's so hot! Ya, waekugin! Come down here anytime and I'll show you what a sangnamja is!"

I put up my middle finger at the bastard who said that.

'I'll show you what a real man is’- whoever said that doesn't know that a real man NEVER calls out to a girl like that.

The disrespect was really getting on my nerves, Dad was wrong and Mum was right; this is EXACTLY like the high schools in the Korean dramas. 

That reminds me, I haven't even called my Mum once since I landed, she's probably worried sick about me.  

I made a mental note of having something to look forward to when I went back to the apartment. I'd probably FaceTime or Skype her.

I miss her.

Everytime I walked past someone, they would turn around and stare and if I walked past a group they would talk about me.

Addressing me as 'waekugin' like I couldn't understand Korean. Ugh. My pronunciation may be wrong in places, but I was as fluent in Korean as any of them.

I felt like a celebrity, but without the love.

"No she is NOT hot. She is a weirdo. She was talking to herself in the girl's toilets and because she has no friends she tried to make up some!"

"Hahaha, good one Soo-young!" 

"What a loser!"

Ignoring it all, I picked up a tray and joined the lunch line.

I waited patiently until it was my turn.

The lunch ladies were so friendly and greeted me with huge smiles on their faces, I think they were told I was new. Or they just took one look at me and saw that I looked different.

Or maybe they were just nice and it was just the girls my age who were es.

I couldn't help but smile when the last lady told me I looked like an angel, not because I liked hearing compliments, but she reminded me of my halmeoni. 

I have a mixture of my parents features.

My mums long, light-brown, wavy hair and her big, hazel eyes with my dad's jawline complemented with his very pale skin tone and his height.

At 165cm, I was pretty average for a girl.

I didn't have my mums rosy cheeks but I sure had her plump lips.

The feature I liked best of me were my legs. They were toned and long, I used to hit the gym a lot with Dad so I developed abs, a toned bum and was pretty fit.

But, I don't think much of when people call me beautiful because I always wonder how can they possibly know if I'm beautiful? 

Sure I can be attractive and pretty, but beauty truly does come from the heart.

A good person will eternally be beautiful, but a person with a bad heart will never be beautiful.

When I finally got my food I spotted a corner table right at the back of the cafeteria where I was certain that no one would join me.

I wanted to devour my food in peace. 

Looking down at my tray, my belly was jumping for joy. Rice cake soup, mixed fried rice and ssam with fried crab sticks, aigoooooo, I didn't know school food in Korea had this much variety!

Reminds me so much of Dad's cooking.

Haha he cooked pretty well for a Dad. Much better than Mum. Mum used to burn everything.

I remember when we came to Daegu for New Years and she tried cooking Korean food to impress Dad, but in her excitement her arm hit the saucepan which had the broth for the bean soup, which ended up everywhere on the floor.

I don't know why I remembered that, it's a very plain memory