You brushed your hazel-nut-colored hair after you took a refreshing shower to clean the gross-spit-covered papers from your hair. You took a blue t-shirt, which happens to be your favourite color and a short blue jean and put it on. You sighed as you looked at yourself in the mirror.

"Why are they doing to me like this?" you whispered.

You sighed and kept wondering. "Why are they so cruel to me?"

"Have I done something wrong?"

"What did I do wrong?"

"Do they hate me that much?"

.......

"Am I that ugly that they seriously hate me?"

You sighed. 'Well, do I care?'  You took your cell phone on your bed and walked down the living room. Your dad was sitting there reading news paper. You walked towards him.

"Anyeong, Appa." You greeted. "Anyeong." he replied with a smile. You sat next to him on the sofa.

"So, how's school, Lemon?" He asked without looking at you. 'Lemon', your nickname because you looked exactly like a lemon. Sometimes you're sour but sometimes you're sweet. And sometimes you're bitter. You sighed. "Normal."

He looked at you. Your face looked really sad. "Did the boys still threw spitballs at you?" he asked. You nodded your head weakly without looking at him.

He put the newspaper down on the table and looked at you. "~~~~~, I know you're sad because of this. But I've told you soooo many times right? And I'm sure you're really sick of hearing it. Well, let