You went to school late the next morning. As you entered the classroom, your teacher said “Oh Jiyoung! What are you going to do with your life? Coming late in class and- What are you wearing? A-are those…. Your pajamas?!

“yea…” You mumbled.

As usual, you took a seat beside your beloved Victoria Kim. She smiled and waved at your eyes which seemed to be focused on something.

“Earth to Jiyoung. You there?” Victoria said with sarcasm.

You finally snapped out of it and  faced her.

“What am I going to do with my life? “ You asked very seriously.

She just started laughing asking you if you were on drugs. But you had taken my teacher’s words into consideration. What the hell am I good at anyways. I’m not good at anything. Well, to be more specific, you were good at a lot of things, but not good enough for it to be your major for your future.

In the middle of class, Victoria threw a piece of paper at your head. It said: Hey butthole, it’s almost your birthday soon right? 2 weeks?

To be completely honest, you had forgotten all about your own birthday. Yes it was in two weeks and the only one who would celebrate with you was Victoria and your dad, well if he wasn’t half way across the world. You were going to turn 15 soon. Birthdays really weren’t a big deal for you. It was just another year that’s gone in life. That meant you were going to die earlier. Just the thought of dying made you shudder.

While you walked down the hall, as usual, boys were checking you out, but you paid no attention to them. Once someone even got on their knees and say Just the Way You Are to you and then asking to go out with you. Why do I think that  99% of boy are hot, and talented and of course, in a different school than me. And the other 1% of dumb ugly boys were in my school. Ignoring all the whistles and winks, you went over to your locker and opened it. A mountain of notes tumbled out. You picked just one up and read it:

JIYOUNG AH! ARE YOU HAVING A PARTY? WHY DO YOU NEVER HAVE PARTIESSS? I WANNA COME LIKE SOSOSOSOSO BAD. L

Ohmygod. Not again. Last year they sent you letters to your house asking you about a party or not. Ofcourse not. If people saw your house, they’d think it was a freaking mansion or something. No one knew you were somewhat rich. But they really liked you for your carefreeness and humour. But it really wasn’t humour, just  mean, but true words but they thought you were being sarcastic. The teachers at school don’t especially like you, but don’t hate you. You always had straight A’s and had a lot of friend, but there was only one who was