*Ring ring ring* I woke up hearing my phone ring. I picked it up. “Hello?” I answered as I yawned.

“YAH!” I pulled the phone away from my ear and put it on speaker phone. “You’re still asleep? Yah imma, do you know what time it is? You wanna be late on your first day back?”

“Arraso!! Quit nagging, appa.” I yawned.

“Park Yoorim, get dressed or ill come to your apartment.” Dad hung up.

So I’ll introduce myself. As you know, I’m Park Yoorim. I just turned 18 this month. I live in Seoul. My family is rich but I live in an apartment with my dog, Popo while my dad lives in a mansion. I didn’t get kicked out. When I was living with my dad, school was really far, 1 hour going to school and back. Seriously, it’s too tiring. I’m a daddy girl. He often calls me if I’m ready to go school, if I’m okay, if I wanted anything or if I’m in a relationship yet. My mum… well, she died giving birth to me. Dad doesn’t talk about her very much so I don’t really know her but I have a photo of her. I don’t have friends. It’s not that I don’t HAVE a friend. I just don’t trust people very much. I get bullied in school but I don’t really mind. Those people are just wasting their time. I wear big glasses which makes me look like a nerd. I do have good grades but I don’t study very much. I only have books around my apartment for decoration and – OH SHOOT!! I’M LATE!!

I washed myself and put on some light make up while dressing myself in hurry. I put on my glasses and ran out. I was speed walking then I realised my hair was still messy. I quickly pulled it up in a bun and ran to the bus stop. Just in time! The bus came and I got on. I sat on my favourite seat. At the back, next to the window. I sat down and sighed. *Ring ring ring* I looked at the screen to see who was calling. “Hi, appa!”

“Are you wearing your lenses I sent you?” He asked. “I don’t want you wearing those big glasses which cover your beautiful face.”

“Appa, lenses are uncomfortable. I like wearing my glasses.” I pouted.

“Okay but when I come visit, I don’t want to see them, okay?”

“Okay. I have to go now. The bus is stopping.”

“Have a nice day, Rim-ah.”

I hung up and got out of the bus. I was walking toward the school then I stopped. I looked up to the building. I sighed. I hope this year is going to be different. I walked in and went to my locker. “AHHHHH!!! OPPA!!!”I suddenly heard girls screaming. I turned around. It was EXO. The school’s kingkas.  

I sighed. I shut my locker and went to class. The plastic queenkas were in there too. The looked at me then giggled. I sat on my desk. I noticed that there were some writings on the desk. ‘Die’, ‘Nerd’, ‘Loser’, ‘B*tch’. I read on until my eyes stopped on the word, ‘’. I scoffed. Who are they calling a ‘’ when they sleep with random guys. I put my books over it and got ready for class.

*Ding ding ding* Finally! Mr Choi, our teacher, walked in then some of the EXO members, Baekhyun, Chanyeol, Luhan and Sehun walked in. Baekhyun sit behind me and the main Queenka, Mia sits beside him. No one sits next to me, which am happy with.

“Alright class, we have new students joining today.” Two boys walked in. The girls started to squeal while the boys complained why only boys transfer. “Students introduce yourselves.”

“Annyeonghaseyo. My name is Jung Daehyung.” He bowed.

“I’m Yoo Youngjae. Please treat us well.” He bowed as well.

“Daehyun, you can sit at that empty seat next to the girl.” Mr Choi said. “Youngjae, you can sit at that empty seat next to that boy.”

“Why next to me?” I mumbled.

Daehyung sat next to me. “Annyeong, I’m Jung Daehyun.” He smiled.

“I’m Park Yoorim.” I gave him a poker face. I wasn’t really interested in boys. And no, I’m not interested in girls.

“Let’s be friends.” Daehyun said as smiled and he took his books out.

“Um. No thank you.” I said. 

“Oh. Okay.” His smile disappeared.

The class went on. I noticed Daehyun staring at my desk. I looked where he was looking. He was reading those words. I slid my books to cover them. He looked at me. “Are you being bullied?” he asked.

“Yeah. So?”

“‘So’?” He asked with a shocked face.

“I don’t really mind.” I looked at him then at his book. “Yah. Why aren’t you writing anything?”

“Why would they do that?.” He mumbled. His tone was serious. I looked at him weirdly. I shook my head and continued writing.