It was just a normal day. I was walking at the hallway of our University wearing my red tracksuit with matching black sneakers (which is too old by the way) and my hair tied in a messy ponytail. I adjusted my big framed eyeglasses. I wear one not because I have poor eyesight but because… well... it compliments my tracksuits. Yeah. I have that kind of fashion sense.

                Enough of my fashion sense… let me continue with my monologue. Well, I was walking and of course, the insecure BEYOTCHESSSS (let me emphasize the ‘S’ in there) blocked my way. I sighed. This happens every day. They’re my constant bullies. I don’t even know why these three girls always pick on me. OK~ I admit they’re beyotchtiful and rich –slash- social climber – slash – gold digger but WHY ON EARTH are they always having the time of their life just to piss me off… like WHY? Is my tracksuit annoying them? I’m not even famous in this university or the brightest gal in town… I don’t even date (I wish I was.. :p) the most handsome guy in here… why can’t they leave me alone???

                Or maybe they’re jealous of me?

                Because this Sandara Park that they’re bullying is bestfriends with Lee Chaerin a.k.a CL, known as the baddest female of the fashion world and Park Bom, known as the walking barbie doll of Seoul City!

                You heard that right! I have famous friends! $uck it up!!! PUHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA… that’s an evil laugh by the way. Yeah. You should get the picture.

                “Ohh~ here’s our Dara Dara BRIIIGHHHT Dara! We can actually recognize you hundred meters away from here because of your neon-colored tracksuit.” Krystal, the leader of these insecure ladies, bashed my fashion sense. Her minions, Sulli and Victoria, laughed at their leader’s awesome *insert sarcasm in here* statement.

                “Every day, you wear different color of your tracksuits and I came up with a conclusion that you only have five of them… hahahahahaha…”

                “Sulli, don’t be like that… Our poor little Dara here is getting embarrassed… “Victoria holds my hand with a FAKE sad face. “Don’t worry; I can lend you my halmoni’s old tracksuits so you won’t use the same tracksuits over and over again… I know that you can’t afford a new one.” Then she smiled wickedly.

                I pulled my hand away then adjusted my eyeglasses again. I’m getting tired of them… and I’m hungry. I need to get away from here.

                I bowed at them mockingly. “I’m kind of hungry so I can’t entertain your insecurity problems today. Mianhamnida. Annyeong!” I waved at them and started to walk away.

                “YAH!!!”

                Suddenly, one of them grabbed my arm and pushed me to the floor. Damn. That hurts.

                “Yah! You’re already getting physical. I can’t tolerate this kind of things anymore.” I snapped. This is the first time they actually hurt me physically. I can stand those detestable words they throw at me but I cannot bear this kind of treatment. I looked around and everyone is acting oblivious at what’s happening in front of their face. Some are even enjoying seeing me so helpless.

                “You’re not getting away with this if CL and Bom find out what you did to me.” I told them threateningly.

                “USER-FRIENDLY!” Sulli said pouring a bottle of water on me in the process… (where did she get that anyways?)

                “YAAHHH!”

                Krystal sat on her heels to level herself on me. “Awww… you’re soaking wet yet no one’s going to save you…” she held my collar and smiled at me mischievously. I pushed her hand away. “I kinda like this green neon color…” she stand up.

                “Victoria, do you want to be a little artistic today?”

                “Of course, why not?”

                My eyes widen after realizing what they’re planning to do. Someone handed Victoria a container of paint. They’re going to pour it on me.

                “Sh*t!”

                I stand up and was about to escape but Sulli and Krystal held me captive.

                “YAHHH! You’re getting overboard!” I yelled at them while struggling from their grip. Damn, how can they be this strong? Or maybe I’m just too weak?

                “Here we go, Dara! Let us make everything about you screams NEON!”

                Victoria started elevating the container aiming at me. I resisted as much as I can but to no avail. I looked at the students surrounding us but they seemed to be enjoying my torment. I don’t think anyone has an intention to help me. “Where are the professors when you need one?”

                “Please stop!” I asked them pleadingly.

                “Too late for that Ssantokki! (Cheap Rabbit)”

                 I closed my eyes. I guess I can’t do anything. I’m weak.

                 CL and Bom is not here.

                 My Mom is not here.

                 I’m helpless.

                “Someone….please help me.”  I stopped myself from crying but failed when a single tear suddenly escaped from my eyes.

                “Call me and Appa will be there… “ That’s the last thing that my father told me before he died in an accident.

                “Appa…”

                Suddenly, I heard a commotion happening. I didn’t dare open my eyes, afraid that the paint will land on me anytime soon.

                “Yahhh!”

                “Hey—ouch!”

                “Don’t touch me..heyyy.. let me go!”

                I felt that Sulli and Krystal let go of my arms. What’s happening?

                I opened my eyes and found out that Victoria is being held by a guy wearing a black tuxedo. I looked at my back and Sulli and Krystal were also held by two guys wearing the same thing as the latter guy.

                “Are you Sandara Park?”

                I was startled by that big voice. I turned around and found a tall handsome guy looking down at me.

                “H-huh?” that’s the only word I can mutter at this moment.

                “Are you Sandara Park?” he repeats his questions and I unconsciously nodded without tearing my gaze on him.

                “I’m Choi Seunghyun a.k.a Top… We are here to pick you up.”

                “P-pick me up?”

                “Yes. Our boss, G-Dragon, is waiting for you.”