Aron POV

It's been over a month now and these still childish games continued. I began to get really annoyed with them rather than getting upset, and I was sure everyone in the school was beginning to see that. I thought that any day now that they would stop, that these people would realize that their jokes weren't effecting me in any way except to annoy me.

However, things changed quite differently from one day to the next. One day was filled with childish pranks by filling my locker with tampons, of which I ignore... the next day brought bodily harm when they placed clear marbles in front of the door to homeroom. Needless to say, I fell flat on my back in front of the whole classroom. It was a struggle to get up.

If there's anything I learned while moving back to Korea its that Koreans aren't very kind to their own people if they don't know how to speak the language kindly, or even if you didn't grow up in Korea. It was depressing to think of my own people this way, and it made me realize just how wonderful my American friends were to me.

My family didn't help either, talking about their great day at work, meeting a new friend... they didn't care how I felt about the whole situation and seeing their happy faces after coming home, I couldn't allow myself to ruin this experience for them. So I was completely alone...in Korea...where it seemed everyone hated me.

The next day was no different. Another hurtful prank...where flour and eggs were thrown at me non stop throughout the day...it happened so many times that I nearly broke down and cried, but I knew I couldn't. That would only give them another reason to pick on me. I fought on through it all, with no one on my side. There was no hope for, nothing that showed that I would survive through high school until my graduation.

I thought of maybe dropping out, getting a job... it seemed to be working out really well for my parents. Why couldn't it work out for me as well? Except for the fact that my parents would be really disappointed in me.. There was no way out of it except to live every day in hell, in a hostile high school...in an environment where I got hurt...emotionally and physically by classmates...by people that I should be calling my friends.

It wasn't until one very stressful day at school that I finally asked for help. Late at night, after everyone had gone to bed I questioned if there was even a God out there. That if there was that there would be someone to help me get through this rough time in my life. Why was I alone?

That's when I asked God to send me someone to help me, knowing fully that no one would be there to protect me tomorrow...I would be alone again just like I had been since moving to Korea.

so I know this is a short chapter again but I'm just leading up to the big surprise :D hope you enjoy this chapter for now and ill be sure to update soon so I don't keep you waiting ^_^

thanks for being patient again.

-LHY