I’m not going to lie.  I’ve basically been an outcast for my entire life.  Sure, I had friends, but all of them would walk away at one point.  No one really understood me and those who tried to always walked away as a result, making some stupid excuse like they “had a project to do” whenever I tried to approach them.  Seriously, what kind of dumb thinks that a mere excuse like that would be believable? I know I don’t.  And that’s not even the worst part: they thought walking away would make me forget about them, but it didn’t.  

In fact, it was the exact opposite.  My list of those types of people would increase in my mind, one name after another.  They’d always stay there.  Like a scar.

So I assumed that it wouldn’t really be any different when I transferred to Seoul High School of the Arts.  But we all know that most of the time, when people make assumptions about their lives, they’re bound to be wrong.  And though I’d hate to admit it, I was.

However, before I start my story, I’ll let you in on some things about me.  Come closer and listen carefully because I’m not going to say it again. 

The name’s Hyun Sook Joo.  I’m 17.  Was abandoned by my parents at the age of 2.  Lived in an orphanage for about 14 years.  Been bullied ever since I could remember.  Ran away on my 16^th birthday.  Lived alone in a dilapidated house after I got my freedom.  Never celebrated any of my birthdays.  I have a passion for singing.  Never fell in love and I don’t believe in it.

And I’ll give you a warning: if you don’t intend to stay, then I suggest you to leave right now because once you decide to interfere with my life, you can’t turn back.  Make the choice now.  Done? Then let’s begin.