BAE SUN P.O.V:

“Go home American!” yelled one boy.

“Why’d you even bothering coming to school? You're so stupid!” yelled the other. At the time I wouldn't’t know why anyone would say such a thing, and at school too! My tattle tale senses were telling me to go straight to the teacher, but instead I moved closer to the noise to see what was going on. I look from behind a tree to find at least, five boys surrounding a girl, throwing dirt, mud, and sticks at her. I look closer to find out that it was the girl that just transferred from America today, Rang Mi Cha. She seemed like a nice girl. I didn't't’t have a clue why they would do such things to her. She hardly did anything today at all, she was just quiet. Then a thought hit me, this girl spent her whole life in America, she knew little to none Korean. It took her at least ten minutes to read a simple sentence. Everyone else thought that was hilarious, but I didn't't’t see anything funny in her struggle.

“Go back to the pound mutt!”(NOTE: Him calling her a mutt means that she is mixed Mi Cha is half American half Korean.) a boy yells as he pushes her to the ground. Now this poor girl finally gave in and being to cry. By then I had seen enough, I had to stand up for her. But then apparently I wasn't’t the only one with this idea.

A girl with big pink glasses and pig-tails came from behind the bush to confront the group just as I had planned. I had seen her before; she was the quiet girl that always sat in the front. Nobody had really talked to her because she was really smart and someone made a rumor that she was an alien and that’s their theory at why she never failed anything.

We both froze a moment, surprised that both of us had the same idea. As soon as the boys saw us, they ran away fearing that we would tell on them. Rang Mi Cha was still huddled on the ground crying. Me and, I think her name is Yun Hee, walked up to her and helped wipe the dirt off her.

“Sorry I didn't’t help sooner, but we’re here to help now.” she says in her language. I just nod my head and smile as all three of us get off the ground.

“Th-thanks” she mutters softly wiping away her tears. In silence we all just stand there smiling.

And that's when the memory ends,I was in the third grade when I met my best friends Ri Yun Hee, and Rang Mi Cha. Ever since that day we have always been by each other’s side and never left. We were all misfits that in a sense, and by chance or fate or destiny came to find each other. In attempts to keep from ever getting hurt, we built a wall that kept everyone but us out. Behind that wall we did everything together, we worked together, talked together, studied together. Soon we found our true talents and supported each other as we became more and more successful. Our talents are what brought us here at Shinhye (fix the name) Academy, Yun Hee for her photography and Photoshop skills, Mi Cha and her jaw dropping voice, and my (sub-par but somehow deemed impressive) dancing.

Again call it what you may, destiny or fate or whatever but it’s truly a gift for all three of us to be accepted, even though we would never admit it. A year ago, if anyone would have ever mentioned Shinhye we would probably laugh at the idea of even applying for the scholarship program. We never EVER dreamed of attending this school, or even given the chance to. (Academy name) is one the hardest schools to get into, you have to be really rich or have some federally ranked connections to be able to attend this school. But once you're in, your future is practically written out for you. I know we should be grateful, we should be over the moon with gratitude however the second we arrive our place in that school was made clear.

From wall to wall the place was packed with big shots, and children of elite families, and heirs to companies that owned half the country. It was obvious that they were living on easy street and as far as they were concerned we were just tourist. That’s when we decided not to have anything to do with them, whether we got accepted or not.