Atelophobia:

Noun; The fear of imperfection.

The fear of never being good enough

(this is a chapter to set everthing up,so it's messy and boring. But please bear with it,as it doesn't represent how the story is.) 

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"I heard today's his last day."

"I heard he got into a fight."

"He always did look scary."

"I heard he's in a gang."

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wonwoo passed his classmates hearing their poorly hidden word. It was obvious they didn't care if he heard the words they let roll of their tongue, even if they were coated with venom. they leaned over whispering in each others ears saying words they heard from what they apparently viewed as a reliable source. He looked over at his classmates with a confusing and cold as he titled his head and stared at them trying to understand. They seemed shocked to see him staring straight at them; it seemed he didn't care to look at his feet, even with the cold stares it didn't make him advert his attention to the tile flooring.

Normally in times like these people would try to take some pain in the words away by looking at the ground putting on a 'i'm not listening' look, trying to seem as unaware or ashamed as possible, but to wonwoo it just looked pitiful. The words meant nothing and didn't bother him, because to him 'nothing' would be the same word he would use to describe the person who spoke, why would he care what some random person says? Things like that didn't make any sense to him, nor did their reasons for saying such words when they knew nothing. 

but...I guess some of their words weren't completely wrong. No, he didn't join some gang, but it is his last day,and he may have hit a guy to make that happen,but it wasn't for no reason like everyone seemed to believe, of course it's not like anyone cared to listen to the reason. But in there defense when Wonwoo was younger he was a differnet person. That person got into fights frequently. This wonwoo who walked down the crowded halls didn't care anymore to fight because of hurtful words or a dirty glance, but they don't know that, and kids from his middle school didn't help him. No one belived him, so I guess if you ask anyone besides wonwoo,and the guy with the swollen purple eye and broken arm you wouldn't get a valid reason, therefore the reason becomes blurred and doesn't seem to exist,

but if you're wonwoo then you'd know that the 'jerk bag', as wonwoo describes him, got a little to close to a girl who protested that closeness, and when talking didn't work, and the guy didn't stop...wonwoo punched him--don't get me wrong, the jerk bag threw the first punch, but wonwoo ended it by 'accidentally' knocking him out, as for the broken arm, the guy fell on it wong after wonwoo blocked his punch. It was that simple...but I guess people don't like simple, because no one cared to listen to him. they just assumed things, to the point where he might as well let the people see him in their delusional image. After all if they don't know him well enough not to assume things, he was that image to them, he was the person they thought of, because they had already made up there minds about him by first glance...or by first rumor.

when wonwoo stared at his classmates with a 'deadly' stare (as they described it)  and head held high it seemed to confirm their rumors  'if he didn't do it he wouldn't look so proud?' 'he'd be begging for us to understand him if it wasn't true.' This observation caused them to view him as nothing else but a shameless and immature delinquent; after all...to them he was a person who threw his fist at a glance in his direction, by now you're probably thinking 'what about that jerk shouldn't he have gotten in trouble?' yes,he should've and if anyone belived wonwoo he would've, but the jerk bag was from another wealthy family, and he was someone who was trusted. In everyone's eyes he was a nice guy. That's what he showed...as for wonwoo he was only rich. No one knew anything about him so it left him wide open for judgement, he never was popular. If anyone talked to him they were trying to get to his father or bullying him for, and because of this he became cold and reserved, and maybe this was why he was being blamed..maybe everything was his fault if he wasn't different, if he would've just followed everything....if he would've walked past them 'No! don't say that you did the right thing. Even if no one believes you, you saved someone' wonwoo shook the thought out of his head and walked foreward with pride 

wonwoo looked at his classmates that had gathered in the halls, looking at him as if he had comitted a crime. Without a second thought they believed what was told to them, they believed it to be true without hearing it from the suspect, they believed him to be guilty, wonwoo chuckled bitterly almost sadly and that was because this didn't surprise him it seemed at this very moment his theory was proven right...the world he lived in was a world where 'perfection' was the only option ...a world where if your pockets are empty or image was bad you'd be an outcast, and looked down upon; completely forgotten about, 'Friends' would leave and classmates left the lunch table when you'd set the tray down, and this was something that wonwoo didn't understand...this world seemed to lack oxygen for wonwoo and it was a simple answer as to why he felt so suffocatedhe simply  wasn't made for this world....and he wanted something different....he wanted to be able to breath

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wonwoo stood outside of the principal's office staring at the bronze door nob, one he hoped he'd never have to open. taking a deep breath he pushed the nob down and pushed the door open revealing a room mostly wood with accents of gold and leather chairs and a big desk which sat a middle aged man who greeted Wonwoo with a fake smile "Oh! you're here" the principal said putting down the pair of small scissors he used to trim his small bonsai tree, and pointed to the seat in front of him "Sit" Wonwoo bowed his head at the man and proceeded to the gestered seat

the principal looked at Wonwoo with stern eyes before beginning the scolding Wonwoo had prepared himself for "Now i'm not one to beat around the bush" he stated straightening his suit "so i'll get straight to the point, the student you punched didn't want to press charges, so you should count yourself lucky in that, and he also said he would not go to the press about this..although it did take some convincing on your parents part" wonwoo's eyes turned cold and he scoffed quietly knowing the convincing he was talking about *Money*  "And so with that i'd be happy to let you off the hook with a warning and one strike...but your parents seemed to have a different idea...i'm sorry to say this, but you're expelled...or more so being taken out " wonwoo already guessed this would happen, After all if he was to rebel further he'd put his parents in a bad position, might as well get rid of the problem before it has a chance to cause a problem. That was his parents method "Anyways i have a meeting to attend" the principal stood up