This is a diary from a girl named Haneul(you), you 7 years old and new to a town, where not many people talk to you. None of the girls like you, and the boys don't take kindly to you either and you always seem to end up eating lunch alone, and crying when you get out of school. But there is this one boy.......everytime you do something wrong, and people would tease.....he'd be the only one who would tell others to stop. He'd be the only one to help.

You didn't even know his name. You've tried asking once, but your shy little voice was so quite you guessed he didn't hear you. It seemed like no one at that stupid school ever heard you, so your mother baught you a diary to write everything in. If no one could hear you at least you had someone who did. Or something that did.

One day you'd make an effort to talk to him, that one boy. You've heard a lot of stories about him, and even if he kicked dirt at you like the others, at least you knew you tried. At least you knew, he'd heard you.