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You woke up to the harsh sun rays slapping your face through the small window of your rat hole-size apartment. Reaching over, you smacked your alarm clock off and went to take a bath. With only a bath towel wrapping your slim body, you went back to your room and admired your expensive uniform. *Finally, my dream school!*

You walked to the bus stop, which was ten minutes away from your house. The neighborhood looked so calm at day but it sure is scary at night. When you boarded the bus, you could feel stares from people and hear some talking about you. *Oh right, ‘Daesan is the home of the filthy rich kids. Why would a Daesan student ride a bus?’ That’s what they’re thinking, huh?* then, you sighed.

The bus stop nearest Daesan High School was a fifteen minute walk. Why would it be that far? It’s because students usually come to school by their ever so luxurious cars and motorbikes that would probably cost a normal house’s price.

The bell finally rang and you walked towards your new class. “Students, please take your seats. We have a new student,” the teacher said and signaled you to come in. Your fingers intertwined with one another and you were looking down.

You walked towards the middle of the white board, in front of the teacher's desk and introduced yourself, “Hello, everyone. I'm Yun Sunmi,” you said shyly and bowed. Having new students wasn’t something new to Daesan. They always had new students. Usually, those students transferred from abroad.

Before anyone else could mutter a word, a guy asked you, “Which country did you come from? What does your parents do?”

Your homeroom teacher looked at you as though asking you to answer which you slightly nodded and said, “I didn’t come from overseas. I came from Busan. My mom is a housewife and my dad is a part time car mechanic.”

Somehow you felt insulted by his question but you didn’t know why. You looked down and pressed your lips firmly forming a thin line.

“Mechanic?” the guy asked again.

“People who repairs cars, you bloody idiot. Those people who go under the car with grease and dirt all over their body,” another guy said as if making a car mechanic sound so bad.

The teacher felt that you were growing uncomfortable, so she cleared and said, “Sunmi, you can sit right next to... Sehun. Sehun please raise your hand.” A guy doodling on a paper raised his hand with a stoic expression on his face.

While walking towards your seat which was in the middle of the class, you could hear students talking about you.

“Eww she’s poor.”

“How did she get into Daesan? Scholarship? So pathetic.”

*Pathetic?* You sighed and looked down at your table. Your first day wasn’t going well and you still had hours to go through. Soon enough, the teacher started her lesson and you noticed a pair of eyes looking at you.

“Is there something wrong, Sehun-ssi?” You nervously asked. His gaze was cold and so was his expression, but you somehow you felt glad that someone talked to you. You wanted to talk to someone so badly, but the looks they were giving you was like telling you not to even acknowledge them.

“Good luck.”

You tilted your