Are you aware of those endearing love stories about an ordinary girl who belongs in the middle class captures the heart of the hearthrob who's drowning with wealth and popularity? Do you have any idea how that often makes the reader or the viewer squeal in giddiness? Well, such stories are things that Dara wishes to live in instead of the reality she belongs to. Park Sandara is an energetic and friendly airhead who belongs in the upper class. However, her reputation was soon flushed down the moment she failed to pass her junior year and is required to repeat. Fearing of facing her friends after this humiliating fact, Dara transfers to a different school which is vastly different to her prestigious one.
She is now surrounded by people who belong in the middle class which is something Dara knows she can never fit in to. To make matters worse, she encounters the heir to the financial Kwon Conglomerate-- the cold and arrogant Kwon Jiyong. Interacting with this boy is surely something Dara will regret soon.
Author's Note:
I am not really good in writing summaries so I'm not satisfied with how that turned out. Hell, I'm not good at writing at all but I enjoy doing it nonetheless. I know the summary doesn't seem to be quite entertaining but I do hope you will give this fanfiction a chance. I have bright ideas for this. I was originally going to rate this as "M" for future explicit scenes but considering there aren't any yet, I figured it's safe to keep it unrated for now.
"Miss Park, you really need to step out now."
"I-I can't."
"It is not that much big of a deal, Miss Park."
"That's easy for you to say."
Dara diffidently chews on her bottom lip as she settles her gaze out the window of the vehicle, her heart racing while she watches a number of students clad in their school uniform enter the school building. She looks down at her own outfit which consists of an expensive flowy pink dress that reaches down to her knees, a pair of white-laced sandals and a white cardigan comfortably reposed over her dress. Her face is pleasantly beautified more with light make-up, giving her that endearing doll-like demeanor. Being new to the school, she hasn't received her school uniform yet which evidently makes her day worse considering how much she might possibly stand out from the crowd.
This wouldn't be a problem at all if she aced those exams back in her old school. But much to her unfortunate dismay, her school had surmised that it would be for the best if she repeats her junior year and Dara knows that there is no way she would stay studying there while all her friends become seniors. No, of course not. The humiliation will be too much for her to handle. But now as she sits inside the car and her eyes nervously watch the students pass by, she is more than positive that she will hardly fit in at all. She used to study in a prestigious school! But from now on, she'll be studying here... where all the middle-class students are.
It's not that she has a problem with the people who belong in the middle class but what she fears is the fact that no one would bother to try and befriend her considering how vastly different she is compared to them. It's indisputable that they'll be intimidated by her presence.
"Miss Park," Her driver's voice promptly brings her away from her troubled thoughts. "my apologies but I really do think you must take your leave here."
"Just... J-Just give me a sec." She says, leaning back on her seat and taking a few slow breaths. Once she thinks she's ready, she nods her head before carefully stepping out of the car. After politely bidding goodbye to her driver and then watching him drive off, Dara heavily sighs to herself before facing the school building. The years of age of the building is sadly evident to the girl. It appears to be abandoned, brooding and neglected in spite of the fact that it isn't. The paint is weathered and peeling off in spots and the light of the sun is reflected in the grimy windows. The building seems to be closely scrutinizing her through the bloodshot eyes of an evil old man. It brings unwanted chills down Dara's spine. The students don't seem to mind the building's gloomy appearance as they enter it-- some would give her odd looks while some seem to be too much in a hurry to notice her.
"I don't... I don't think I can do this..." She whispers to herself as she takes a step back. But the very moment she did so, she flinches in surprise upon realizing that she had bumped her back on someone. Swiftly whipping around, she quickly gives him a bow of apology without giving him a good look.
"S-Sorry."
The stranger doesn't say anything at first but then Dara hears a soft scoff and a muttered "imbecile". She straightens up and looks up at him, a displeased frown gracing her glossed lips. The stranger standing before her appears to be a tall male with sunny-coloured hair. A pair of spectacles can be seen neatly placed over his auburn eyes as he stares right back at her with a cold hard stare-- as though scrutinizing her every detail.
"Just what in the world do you think you're doing there, standing like a fatuous simpleton?" He asks, his words laced with a cold tone.
"Excuse me?" Dara frowns at his impoliteness.
The boy seems to be unsatisfied by her response for he shakes his head with a sigh. "As expected from the girl who's on repeat of her year. You surely are a lamentable inefficacy to your family. Do me a favor and don't touch me again with your disgracefully disgusting germs." Before Dara could even retort something, the blond proceeds to the building without giving her a glance. Dara watches his retreating back for a fleeting moment, utterly appalled by what just happened.
The first student she encountered in the school... and it has to be one of the rude ones.
I really don't think I'm going to like it here.
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