Chapter Forty Three
You and Me: We're Dorm Buddies
Day 00
Balding patch came up with a stupid plan. Putting me, a girl into the boarding school filled with a bunch of rebellious, hormonal boys has got to be the most idiotic thing in his book. Side note, it might actually be interesting to be a boy. Boys have no emotions. Boys are made to protect. The male species have no absolute excuse to not be violent. Their hearts could possibly be made up of stones. Just like my father. It's no longer - if I were a boy. I will be a boy. I am going to be a boy. Boys are allowed to play soccer. Girls are constantly being looked down upon.
I am tired seeing how they are trying to break my team apart. It’s a delicate process in a whole.
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Everyone should have seen the look on Kim Jae Rin’s face when it was announced that Byunghun and I were to leave Seoul High for the semester. Easy girl. I know that you will miss me. I didn’t back away without a fight. I left a beautiful note to remind her that I, Park In-Na will make reappearance. Just you wait, prancing ballerina. Your sweet disaster will come back and we will continue on our battle against pride.
I smeared chicken grease against the ballet’s studio flooring, complete with radishes and chili flakes. Consider her lucky. We ran out of pepperoni and cheese. I know, perfectly well that she’s into fancy western cuisine rather than Korean delicacies. I care about her diet requirements. See how much I care for you, Kim Jae Rin? Can you feel my sincere heart? Can you? Teen Top helped. We had a blast.
On another note, balding patch did say that I would learn a thing or two during my stay in an all-boys boarding school. He has got to be kidding me.
Day 01
I don’t live for nothing.
I believe in tomorrow.
Tomorrow’s hell. My journey to be a boy starts tomorrow.
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Day 02
Byung-hun stole a wig from the drama studio. Chances are, I will have a bad scalp infection. It smells like pit. Or something in a cross between sewage pipe and expired milk. I suggested cutting my locks off. He responded with a look, complete with a smack on my hand. I returned a smack on his back.
“We should save money.”
That was what Byunghun said. Can’t he even be much more… ridiculous?
How unfair, Byunghun. Even as a boy, I deserve to look amazing.
Handsome.
Worth swooning over. Girls to swoon over me. Reality ruins it. You ruined it for me. How unfair. We should look good as boys. You have blonde hair and I should too.
We settled on a nerd concept for Park In-Na. I changed my name to Park Niel.
Niel. Niel. Niel. I apologize before hand. I ruined your name with this ridiculous attire, I was made to wear. Was the tailor feeling a little too generous? I will rock this. I will rock this fashion statement. Oversized blazer and muted school tie.
And pit-smelling wig.
Day 03
Greeted by three guys who I supposed are my dormitory buddies. There’s one that threw a soccer ball into my face. Grand entrance. He’s good looking (what am I saying) but his eyes bore with a dark aura. Two, the boy with a natural eye smile whom blatantly yelled lost lamb in my face. Yeah, and you look like you are going to eat me up for dinner, big boy. Thirdly, the tallest out of the three, who slammed the door in my face. What’s their problem?
They locked me out.
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