Kim Sunni, if I could describe her in the most not frustrated way, I would say she was like an entire princess's wardrobe that you want when you were seven. She was in primary school. Boys are afraid of her in a good way. They would not dare to mess with her. If they do she will scream like a lunatic and they will stop whatever the damn destruction, they are planning or doing. She would not like to play with or even to be seen be with me. One of the reason why I was treated as an outsider or just another Kim Sunni. Or Sunni wannabe. People need to understand, I never had a thought of being Kim Sunni and my name is Kim Sunna, try to remember that before you assume I want a new name and call me that.

Whatever it is, it was a history. Until we get into middle school, it's another survival game. Not just with my own twin, but with entire school, mostly likely girls. Not even my twin like to be seen with me, all other girls in class too. Boy? Don't even get me started. They like to tease me a lot, they would say 'hey if you are late, you will get marry to Kim Sunna' so they started to speed up and ran like there was a tiger chasing them. Funny, sounds like marrying Kim Sunna is an unfortunate event in life but at least they get my name correctly this time.

I did not know the exact time that I was designed to be the uncool person. Maybe since a scholar started to have an idea to put a word of comparison in the dictionary. Life was miserable since ever I learned that people put the words of comparison in every single thing in the world either living or non-living. It was like I was the whole con of the list and Sunni is in the other side one in the paper written by society and our very own parents. It was not their fault, it was mine. To be not really fairly attractive. To be an eye sore to people. I am sorry to be ugly, perhaps you could do some charity and give me some Won and I could possibly go to meet plastic surgeon and ch