The 5 didn't notice that I wasn't running for them anymore, till they reach my room.

 Jinyoung and CNU oppas, go to the same room.
 Baro, Sandeul and I are classmates.
 Gongchan goes by himself.
 The 5 of them always stay either outside or inside our room.
 Hmm. I can say that they are some popular guy at our school, the WM University.
 But I don't go with them just because they're popular.
 There are reasons.
 1st, Gongchan is my dongsaeng. And he's friends with them.
 The 4 know our social status and it doesn't really matter for them.
 And 2nd, they are fun to be with.
 We are happy being together.
 But little did they know, I always get hate comments and glares when they aren't around me.
 I never talked to them about this.
 You might think that I'm an idiot.
 Being popular, this boys can command people, specially the girls to do anything.
 They can make them stop saying bad things at me.
 But as I've said. I'm boyish. And I always say that I can handle my own fight.
 But in reality, I'm being hurt by this people judging me.
 I'm just trying my best to be strong and not being a weak crying girl like I used to be before. I started being like this when my unnie and I got separated.
 No one would protect me, but myself.
 And that's what my unnie always say. Always be strong.
 I seldom cry at school or infront of people.
 I just cry where people can't see me, or sometimes, when Grannie and Gongchan are already asleep.

 I reach my room and saw the five.
 "Still a slow poke." Sandeul said when he saw me walking near them.
 I didn't show them a sad face, but instead, the always energetic, smiling one.
 "Yeah. Oppas are good at running." I fake a smile.
 *She doesn't seem happy.
 What happened to her?* Gongchan thought.

 "Oppas. Go to your rooms now.
 Class is about to start." I pushed the three.
 They started walking when
 "Ah. I forgot my book from Shinwoo hyung.
 I need it now" Sandeul remembered and followed the three.
 "Hey wait for me." Baro trailed behind.
 "We'll be back!" Baro turned back at me and waved.
 I just smiled in response.

 As soon as they went away, I entered my room.
 Someone threw a paper at me.
 I picked it up and it read
 "Ugly in tomboy!"
 I crampled it in anger.
 "Breath in, breath out." I calmed my self.
 "Hi classmates!
 Who ever threw this paper is ready to face his death!" I said in a energetic, half smiling, half angry tone.
 Then I saw my boy classmate was nervously shaking.
 I went near him and grip his shoulder.
 "It w-wasn't m-me!
 They just f-forced m-me to d-do it!" he stuttered.
 "I wasn't saying anything.
 There's just a dirt on your shirt." I acted as if there really was a dirt on it.
 Then I felt something was about to hit me again.
 I blocked it with my hand before it can hurt my head.
 It was a tennis ball.
 Then I made an evil-gangster look to the direction where it came.
 "I think this is yours." I handed another guy classmate the ball and tightly grip his hands.(still in a friendly tone). His bones almost crack because of my grip.
 "ahh! Ahh! My hands!"
 "what? Why? Don't you want the ball back?" I asked in a friendly voice again.
 "Be careful not to hit anyone with this again huh.
 Specially ME." I threatened as I stressed the last part.
 The teacher came in.
 "Seat properly you guys.
 Teacher is here." I smiled again.