This morning was bleak. I woke up to rain hitting my window and my alarm going off. Telling me to wake up. Telling me I was undead, and it was time to get out of bed. And so I did, letting the cold  shower hit my bright skin I repeated my identity out loud.
"Kim Jia. 17 years old". Well atleast that is true. "British by nationality". That part is also true. "Moved from Italy, to Seoul to live with my uncle". Some part of it is true. I turn the shower off and sigh, towel off and walk to my bedroom.
The school uniform Ahjussi picked up for me is hanging on the rack. I put it on and look at myself in the mirror. Pushing my long hair behind my ear, I practice smiling. 
 

I look around, take in the faces of the people in my class. I already hate it here. With one glance I can already tell what kind of people they are. It's always been one of my abilities, being able to read people easily. I've had to, it's a skill that had been essential to my survival from when I was a child. I've had to be able to pick up on the unsaid, the unspoken, to ensure my own survival. This is all it was about, all life is about, survival. This classroom reminds me a little of that, survival of the fittest, that's all teenagers try to do. Survive and fit in. That's what they all seemed to want to do, a little in their own way. They were all a little too easy to read, all except for him, in the corner. 
"Ahem". Mr. Lee clears his throath and they all look to the front, most of them not really wanting to. Him in the corner is looking at me even before Mr. Lee continues.
"We have a new student starting with us today. Introduce yourself" he smiles at me.
I remember, speak korean, in a Seoul accent, but remember to not sound too fluent. I a little smile, don't want to come of too appraochable. Somehow my eyes meet his, and he is smiling back, the boy in the corner.
"Hello, I am Jia, I hope to have a nice last year of school with you guys". I am staring right into his eyes, and him right back.

I break eyecontact and go sit at the only seat available, the one behind him. During the class all I do is study the other students, study how the behave, who they chat with, how their relationship is with eachother, and the time flies. Before I know it, class has ended, we've had another one, and another one and now it's lunch. 

"Hello, I'm Taehyung" he says smiling. His smile is kinda square, it looks a little weird. His hair a little long, looking like he would be told of for breaking dress code violation. His eyes, brown and hard to read. He is smiling, but I can't understand why. I give him a little and short smile then look back down at my food and eat. 
"Jia right? I am also new to this school. So I thought it'd be nice to stick together you know?". He continues to speak.
I shove the last bit of my rice in my mouth, look up at him as I chew and swallow. "I'll be heading to class now" I say. I get up and leave.

During english class we got assigned groupwork and were told to move into our groups. Now I was sitting in a kind of circle with Taehyung, and two other students, Namjoon and Sarang.
"Remember to only speak in english" Mr. Lim says.
I take a look at the brief of our assignment, then I look at the rest of the group, "So I think we should devide this up four ways. We can all work on it by ourselves and then get together a few days before it's due?" I say. And I realise they are in shock. Not only the people in my group but the ones surrounding us as well.
"Omg, your english is so good unnie!" Sarang says in Korean putting her hand on . She seems like the cute girl every guy falls for, innocent, so much so even girls want to take her under their wing and take care of her. 
"Yeah, you sound kinda british" Namjoon adds. Taehyung is quiet, he is just smiling at me. 
"I am. I just recently moved to Seoul" I answer in English.
"From England?". Sarang looks too interested. She is on my black list. 
"No from Italy" I say a little hesitant. 
"Woooah. That's so cool unnie". Why does she keep calling me that? She doesn't know our birthdays. She is about to ask more questions but I cut her off.
"I think we should concentrate on the group work" I say. And she goes quiet. Taehyung looks at Namjoon and then Sarang and he starts talking about the project.

I put my jacket on ready to leave but I hear the semi high-piched voice and I turn to the side looking at Sarangs cute face. 
"Unnie! I am having a little party on friday. I just wanted to invite you. Do you have Katalk?"
"No I don't". She looks shocked. I give her a smal smile and start walking away.
She is yelling after me. "Ok my adress is Gongeum-gil 754, its at 8pm!".

I scan my thumb allowing the door to open. When I walk in I sense something is different. My guard is up and I am alert. Someone has come to kill me. Someone has finally come to kill me. I slowly walk into the livingroom to see Ahjussi sitting in the couch facing me, he seems to be eating a burger and when his eyes catches mine he smiles.
"Holy Ahjussi. You scared me" I exclaim in English.
"What have I told you about swearing" he says putting down his burger. He gestures to some papers on the table and I realise it's the brief for my next hit-job. 
"How was school?" he asks as I grab the brief, sit down and start reading through it. Kang Hyungjin. 45 years old.
"So-so" I answer.
He raises an eyebrow. "You know you have to make friends right? Go to parties. Socialise? Act normal". Two children, theyre cheabols, Kang Sarang and Kang Daniel. 
"Was this why you put me in that school?" I ask showing the picture of Sarang to Ahjussi. 
"Yes and no. You are not going to be killing off all your school mates' parents if that is what you think. We just thought it'd be of help if you had acess to your first hit". Ahjussi puts the burger in his mouth again.
"You know damn well I don't need any help"
"Jia, don't be like that. You're in a new country. We just wanted to make it as easy for you as possible" he says in a calm voice looking serious. And then he smiles, "get changed, we need to train some combat".

I go sleep a little easier tonight because I am exhausted from the excercising. I close my eyes, and although I see all the horrors I manage to drift into sleep with tears treathing to fall down my eyes. And in the midts of all the horros I see a boy with a boxy smile for a split second and it puts me at ease, as I succumb myself to what I hope is the dead.