Sehun's facial muscles said a lot more than he intended, his hands curled up into a fist as he let go of my shoulders. I knew what he thought, my eyes traced his lips. Lips tell stories the eyes can't at times, and that time was now. 

"Nevermind" His lips emitted a low mumble, gripping onto meaningless emotions. He couldn't understand his own emotions. Why should I? But I know. Something I wish I never did. 

"You always say that." A sigh left the edge of my lips as I gathered my lunch, placing it back into my Jansport Black bag, closing it shut. My eyes observed Sehun's still posture before placing the back onto my shoulders, walking past him. 

"Leave before the school sees you. You're supposed to be in College, not in my school. Well, your age doesn't match up to your mentality, you'll blend in quite well here." My voice held fake emotion, I was worried. But it didn't matter. False hope wasn't for me to give. Of all people surviving in this horrific world, I should be the last. His eyes drooped low, tears on the verge of falling. At the sight I quickly left, scrambling my way to my next class, Chemistry. 

Don't cry. You'll dehydrate yourself. Don't become a desert. 

On my wishlist, getting out of school was my first, always. Well, at first. I enjoyed it. It was an escape from home, an escape from most things. However, things began to twist as I transferred to a different Highschool, Lynfield College. I forgot to mention, I live in New Zealand. The place Taeyeon filmed? Yes, there. People in Lynfield had cliques. I didn't fit into any. I was in all of them. At times, boys would stare at me as I passed the L block territory. Chinese boys took a huge