The alarm clock on my bedside table annoyingly wake  me up. I prop up on my elbows and peer over the lump of flowered comforter to the digital clock. I turn it off. I get up on the bed and stare at my own reflection in the mirror. I swear my pillow could be a hairstylist. I always wake up with the weirdest awesome hairdos.

"Get your off the bed, Kyungmi-ah!" Mom yells downstairs.

"Yeah! Taking a bath now!" I yell back. Then shut the door of my bathroom.

After taking a shower, I forcefully dress myself. Actually, I don't feel like going to school today. It's making me sick knowing that a bunch of humiliation is waiting ahead of me. I grab my bag then walk downstairs. I notice mom frowning at me.

"What's with the face?"

I didn't answer her. She knows about me being a social outcast. Yes, but still she encourages me about having the confidence to socialize first. Heck!

I sigh. Instead, I slouch on the chair and started eating my breakfast. "Don't ask, mom." I mumble.

"Honey..." She move beside me and caress my hair. It took me a lot of courage not to sweep her hand off of me. Her gesture wanted me to cry again. I gulp the lodge starting to form in my throat. "Everything will be fine.. Trust me, this makes you a strong person. Don't let others make you feel down.."

I slow smile crept in my face. "T.. thanks mom." My voice wave and that hit it. My tears start to roll down. Mom hugs me tight as she caress my back. 

I hiccup. But I nibble my lower lip to keep myself from crying more. "Everything will be fine, I swear." She wipes my tears away.

I force a chuckle. "I know mom.." I said but behind my head, I know it will never be fine. "I'll go now.."

"You're not done eating yet."

"I'll eat this sandwich." I