From young, even up till now, I will always hear that she's ugly, she wears like my grandma, plastic surgery should be the best option for her other than death

 But why don't they know that 

There's always a little emotion behind every " I don't care" I retaliate

A little pain behind every "It's ok" I tell myself

Why can't I be the one having boys making a big fuss about just because I miss my footing? The one getting showered by praises by those relatives? The one having bags and bags of endless gifts on 14th Feb? The one surrounded by people at school? The one that wears all the pretty dress?

Why am I the one that is constantly getting insults hurled at? Why am I the one doing everything but not getting even an ounce of credits? Why am I the one that always get sneered at? Why am I the one that is always targeted for pranks during April's Fool? Why am I the ugly one?

Don't they know that I want to be pretty too?

But it change, everything changed when a group of boys enrolled into the school. Changed mainly beacause of this guy that goes by the name of Kim Sunggyu.      

It's actually a wonderful experience, really... I guess