PRAYER.

You know all those cheesy, romantic stories;

there is a girl, usually a pretty one and a boy she falls in love with.

But there's always a big problem, something, which is the reason she can't be with him.

Sometimes, it's a boy who likes her too, but usually there is another girl, which is even more beautiful, hotter and ier than her.

She is the one, who tries to destroy the romantic atmosphere with her plan.

She is the of the story.

The in this story is right here. I am Lee Chaeri.

I am beautiful, y and hot.

I have the body every girl in the school wants to have.

Long legs, a curvy, yet skinny body combined with y facial structures and perfect proportions.

I wear the latest fashion and the most expensive brands.

Which also means, that I have the money to buy these things,

I mean I have a lot of it. I own the newest cellphones of every kind, for example.

And I am popular.

Maybe not that popular among the girls, but I am definitely the topic among the male population in our school. Every boy wants to be with me. Every boy wants to be my boyfriend.

“Chaeri-noona, please take my present!” a young boy asked me and handed me a little bag filled with pink and white stuff.

I just nodded and passed him and the crowd of boys.

I could really feel their eyes, which were fixed on my body,

while their mouths were hanging open.

I also had some stalkers.

They followed me to every place I went to.

Maybe others would find that creepy, but I love this feeling.

Being wanted. Conveted.

My eyes, covered with my Gucci glasses, were glaring at the girls, which were standing further away. They were hating me, I knew that. But I knew why: they wanted my body. They wanted to be popular and loved by a crowd of boys.

Lunch break.

Only half a day passed. So many ugly girls!

Why am I actually here?

Why am I not in Hollywood?

I walked across the campus, my heels clicking on the ground.

Suddenly I stopped.

I saw him.

Him.

Someone who was following me, ran into me.

“Sorry, Chaeri!” he said quickly and escaped, before I could react.

Lu Han was there. Under the oak tree, reading a book.

I clenched my fist and took a deep breath.

Everyone wanted to have me.

So why wouldn't he want to have me?

I already made a step towards the tree, when a girl appeared behind him.

“Oppa,” she said softly and leaned against his shoulder.

He looked up and smiled at her. “Hey, honey.”

Honey. Honey. Honey? Ugh.

“Can you buy me some food?” she asked and made her big innocent eyes even bigger.

Lu Han smiled again and nodded. “Of course, honey.”

Honey. This word echoed in my ears and let my eyes burn.

“No problem,” I said to myself, “he'll fall for you. Like all the others.”

“Oh, Chaeri!” the innocent girl called me, “do you want to eat with us?”

“No thanks,” I said coldly, loud enough for them to hear. “I don't need you.”

I went home. Home?

This isn't called home. It's just pure hell.

“Go and make dinner,” welcomed me my lovely stepfather.

I threw my bag on the stairs and went to the kitchen.

My stepbrother was playing with his cellphone and watched me at the same time.

My stepfather was busy watching some weird movies on TV.

“Finished,” I said and wanted to leave the kitchen.

“You stay here,” my stepfather commanded.

“I'm not hungry.”

“You wanna die, kid?”

He came over and slapped me.

Then he grabbed my hair and pulled me to the chair to sit down.

I didn't do anything against it. It was useless.

At night nobody will hear me.

Nobody will hear my silent cries.

At night I always cry.

At night I always pray.

I pray for a better life.

I pray for mom.

I want her to come back.

She won't and I know that.

I still pray.

I want this to stop.

But it won't.

I want to have something to hold on.

To live for.

I want him.

Lu Han.

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edited on 7 june 2012
picture credit to shizoo