I walked on campus and looked around at the many groups of friends. Why was making friends so hard? Sure, everyone says its as simple as saying hi. But when hi isn't easy to say then friends aren't easy to make. I was about to walk into the school building when I noticed a boy. He was leaning against the wall and not talking to anyone. No one seemed to care about him. He saw me looking and sauntered over.  
"Hi there," he said.
"Me?" I asked, looking around. 
"Yeah, you. What's your name?"
What was my name again? 
"ChaeYoung!" I said as it came back to me.
A kid looked at me like I was weird. 
"Let's go somewhere," the boy said. 
He took my hand and led me inside one of the empty classrooms.
"So what's your name?" I asked him.
"Changjo," he said. 
"It's nice to meet you, Changjo. Though I'm not good with friends so you might want to talk to other people who are good with friends."
Changjo laughed as he sat on one of the desks.
"I would. But I guess you can say the people here don't exactly like to acknowledge me."
Then I guess our friendship was meant to be. The bell rang and people began to come in. Changjo left and I followed after him.
"Did you want to walk to class together?" I asked him.
"I don't really go to class," he said walking out of the building. 
I sighed as I made my way to class. My new friend would skip. It's just my luck. 
I looked around for Changjo at lunch and didn't see him. I sat by myself again and ate my food. After school, I saw Changjo outside the gates. 
"So how about we walk home together?" he asked.
"What?" I asked.
"I'll just walk with you to your house."
The more I was with him the more he seemed very stalker like. 
"So you just want to see my house an not come in? That's totally normal," I told him.
"I'm not good with meeting parents," he said shrugging his shoulders. 
"My mom works late so she wouldn't even be home."
"And your dad?"
"Haven't seen him since my mom left him."
Changjo put an awkward hand on my shoulder.
"Sorry?" he said.
"My mom said it was better I don't know him. So it's no big deal."
I looked at him and waited for him to take his hand off my shoulder.
"Oh!" he said finally getting it. 
We walked back to my house and Changjo told me he'd see me tomorrow. 
"My parents aren't here. Don't you want to come in?" I asked. 
He took a look at my house before shaking his head. 
"I'm not the best influence, so better not tell your parents about me," he said walking away.
"Because that makes me want to be your friend more," I called out at him.
"Trust me. You don't have choice when it comes to being friends with me."
I scoffed as I watched him walk away. Who did this guy think he was?  I have a choice. We won't be speaking.