It felt like my life is ruined, shattered into pieces because of the fact that this rebellious student (yours truly) will have to pretend to be an introvert, diligent student and be picked on by the jerks of the school, whom unfortunately happened to be my dorm buddy. Oh right, dorm buddies. Three jerks for that matter.

Solution as of now will be to it up and be a man. Be a she-man. The last few sentences that I overheard from them were, “we slaughtered that lost lamb” and “ha-ha stupid geek, you should know your place.”

“Idiots!” I huffed, sweeping the strands of wig-hair away from my eye.

My eyes fixated to the door that they chose to ram it directly into my face. Truthfully, I have had worst, but this wasn’t exactly how I wanted my fate to be. What a welcoming place it has been.

All hail the brilliant idea.

They were in no doubt, celebrating. Woohyun being the loudest with his nonsensical remarks and cheering, Myungsoo turned up the music to the maximum and Sungyeol laughed hysterically. Irritating boys. Irritating piece of . I would bruise you if I weren’t stuck in this identity. My fingers molded into a perfect ball. That temptation rose. The burning urge to wreck a hole through the door, screamed for my attention.

To destroy the door or not to destroy, that is the main question. Instead, my conscience hit me and I did otherwise. “Lay low on your image." That nagging voice in my head pricked.

“Damn you!” I raised a middle finger to the door, muttering incessantly under my breath. That was the furthest I could go to vent my frustration. I whirled around from my standing position, to find the stretch of dormitory hallway, being surprisingly vacant. It was already lights out, having tomorrow’s lessons resume at an outrageously, early timing.

A few boys who were running back to their respective rooms, brushed shoulders with me as I walked. Stifling a sharp retort, all I did was to respond with an indiscernible sigh. I appeared invisible to them. That tormenting feeling painted my chest.

Hold it in, Park In-Na. Three months isn’t that long. The boys are equally screwed. Park In-Na is screwed.

 

“Stupid itchy wig. This is driving me nuts!” I yanked the wig away from my head, scratching my long, black hair that had stayed hidden for the entire, miserable afternoon.

I didn’t know if I was already a nutcase but here I am, unwinding my frustrations by the boys’ lockers as I thought about how I was supposed to survive the first night. I accommodated my luggage and personal belongings by the wooden bench while sprawling my listless body over one of the cleanest benches I could find. My head felt lightheaded, having that annoying piece of fake hair placed far away from me.

This was only the first night and this was the limit. My limit. To conclude, I have serious tolerance issues. I couldn’t possibly spend my night here. The boys’ lockers swarmed with the smell of bad body odor and that stench. There isn’t a need to go into details, right?

Ruffling my hair and having that overpowering smell choking my throat, I stared desperately into space to think of a brilliant plan.

“That bunch of boys couldn’t possibly be up the whole night.