Author's Note:
On hold until I finish my first book!
New Authors Note: Just kidding, this book seems to be liked so I'll update. As always, constructive criticism is always welcome!

2nd New A/N: Thank you aquamarine_polaroid for the cover!
Dangerous Game
So here you are. You're old enough to read this, so I'm guessing you have some kind of idea what life is like. Chances are, you've had your heart broken. Chances are, at some point you've wanted to be someone else. If you're like me, you've desperately wanted to be someone else. I think about it more than I should, being the loser I am.

    I don't look like your average teenage angst book heroine. For one, your girl is Asian. My name is Kim Jae-Eun, and I am sixteen years old. I'm Korean, so Kim is actually my last name, but people call me Kim because its much easier to pronounce. According to movies and books, I'm supposed to be living the best years of my life. Prom, high school parties, boys, illegal escapades in cars, drug overdoses... ok maybe not the last part. To be fair, I have no clue what kids these days are up to, since I spend every waking hour glued to my AP textbooks. But it's good, its all good.

    Occasionally, I take breaks to drink coffee and have existential crises. Some people say life is a game, but I don't really get why. I mean what do you even win? Doesn't everyone die in the end? Whatever, I guess its a game to some people. Its definitely a game to Cara Soldera, who's been trying to get with my man right in front of my eyes. Ok, I lied. Dillon Austin Colt is actually not my man. Yet. Ok maybe never. But a girl can dream, ok? I say ok a lot don't I, better stop. Ok then- Dillon Austin Colt. His name is so beautiful, I just have to say all of it. He has thick, shiny brown hair and the bluest eyes I have ever seen. If the sea had eyes, it would be ashamed of itself because Dillon's eyes are far superior. He's tall, and he's the best soccer player at our delightful (that was sarcasm) Wesley High. I guess I had a chance with him like ten years ago, when we were kids and best friends and he didn't care that my BMI was too high. His loss, my cats Lokitty and Captain Americat agree that I am one of the greatest things since sliced bread.

Oh right, I guess I forgot to tell you guys that important thing about me. Have you ever seen or heard of an overweight Asian? No? This is your lucky day. Defying the odds, I am one of the rare exceptions to the dainty, delicate cool Asians you are probably used to seeing. Jogging, dieting, I've tried them all, yet my body refuses to cooperate. I'm sick of not being able to buy cute Abercrombie jeans like my only friend, or not getting into swimming pools. At Wesley High, where everyone is a model (if having your friends take pictures of you counts as modeling), I stick out like a bull in a China shop. Feel bad for me.

Anyway, welcome to the trainwreck that is my life. I wish I could tell you that you shouldn't care what people think of you, or that true beauty is on the inside, but I can't. You'll soon see why.