"I hate you and everything about you!"I shriek my lies for the whole world to hear." I hate your smile! I hate your eyes! I hate your touch! I hate your humor! I hate your pranks! I hate your effect on me! I hate your gentle touch! I hate the butterflies in my stomach"

I gathered up my strength and painfully laughed "but do you know what hurts the most? It's the fact I'm just a liar!" I gave a long, loud, piercing cry as my legs gave up. I crashed to the cold hard ground. I never wanted to die so badly. I had thick walls but his love was too strong for them. They eventually broke and revealed the weak little girl hiding behind their pink bubbly curtains...

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The sound of music echoes through my walls inviting me back to reality. I silently cry as I lifelessly lay on my comfy bed. these nightmares became a regular for me by now. still, the pain is always the same. heart-shattering.

I sigh as I turn off my alarm. I stare at my white ceiling as I massage my heart hoping the pain would fade away for a change. but who am I kidding? it never does...

I felt empty and broken, but what's new. that's my identity now. heartbroken, miserable and pathetic. My lips corner curve into a small smile as I stare at the picture of us resting above my study desk.

we were still innocent kids, thinking everything will be fine.

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"Aaahhh Cheer up!" I exhale as I frown feebly at my reflection in the mirror. I smooth the little cracks in my skirt. And I try to apply some concealer to hide my brown eyes' puffiness but fail miserably.

I've never been good at makeup nor fashion. I prefer a comfier free lifestyle but that's not the way high school works sadly.

I decided to comb my curly brown hair for a change. But change my mind mid-way. Combing it wouldn't magically make me pretty. I grab my phone and run downstairs on my sneakers only to find a blue lunchbox waiting for me.

Totally aware of the fact I'm the only high-schooler alive that still uses lunchboxes I grab it. "Mom, I'm going now, Thanks for the lunch" I holler to my aunt.

I know it's strange I call her 'mom' but since I was 6 years old my aunt has raised me as a daughter of her own. Slowly it only felt natural for me to call her that.

"Bye, sweetie! I love you" She sequel from the kitchen. She's probably making orange juice for her self. While most people enjoy coffee we both never liked it. Instead, we both have always been fond of orange juice and considered it our 'energy drink' for some reason.

Undoubtedly that's one of the few similarities between us. For while my mom is evidently a morning person while I, on the other hand, am a lazy potato.

But that didn't stop me from always being an A+ student. I had to. You see I've never been what you can call rich. Which is why mom always overworks herself. My uncle works overseas in Canada. And I hate knowing I'm the reason they're apart.

That's why I study hard every day so I can give them the life they deserve when I'm older. All though I wouldn't call myself the smartest but hard work definitely pays off.

A piercing sound interrupts my thoughts. I look up to see my charming best friend Hana's car. An ear-splitting honk follows before she opens the back seat's door and signals me to get in "get in loser!" She jokes. I mentally facepalm before I get in the car.

"Thank you so much, Mr. Lee, for picking me up" I thank Hana's driver. Unlike me, Hana is very rich, but thankfully that never stood between our friendship. "Hey! I expect a thank you too!" I shriek when she slaps my arm. "you're the one who said friends shouldn't thank each other" I defend myself and playfully slap her arm back.

Hana is one of the few people who make me feel good about myself when I'm with them and I really appreciate that about her. "I.. Tsk whatever" She rolls her eyes at my victory.

"You two really love each other don't you?" Mr.lee laughs. I nervously chuckle as I recall we're not alone. Hana is one of the few people I'm comfortable around. The shy socially awkward me becomes confident and fun around her.

We first met when I was in middle school. She with her charming blonde curls and big gorgeous blue eyes was the school's heartthrob back then. Before she befriended me and was associated her with the losers since.

I really respect what Hana did. She could've owned the school but instead, she decided to side with me. The loser.

"Take a picture, it'll last longer" Hana jokes as she notices me staring at her. I roll my eyes as a chuckle escapes my lips.

After what seems like forever we finally arrive at the tall brown building we call high school.

As I get out of the car I notice Chen looking for someone far away. Our eyes meet and he grins as he rushes towards me.

"Hey, Chen is coming" Hana says to me as Mr. Lee drives away. "I know, he seems to have something he wants to tell me." I gulp. "Oh god help me" I mumble to myself.

"Good morning girls" Chen says as he carelessly rests his arm over my shoulder.

"Good morning Chen" Hana replies and I fake coughing at Chen.

"Oh you might wanna give her some space Chen. She's really sick and can't speak at the moment" Hana says as she slaps Chen's arm playfully.

"Oh. You shouldn't have come to school today." Chen worriedly scolds me. "Look at you, you're so red" he says as he attempts to check my temperature before Hana slaps his hand for real this time.

"Personal space please" She scolds him. "Okay, okay no need to get mad" Chen chuckles. suddenly his girlfriend appears out of nowhere.

"Good morning babe" Mina says as she clings to his arm "Good morning Mina" Chen replies before giving her a sweet kiss.

My heart clenches as Hana rolls her eyes in cringe. "We're gonna be late, we gotta go. Bye" Hana says before taking me by the hand and walking away.

"Wait, Eunh-" Chen says before being interrupted by Mina "Come on babe. Let her go" is the last thing I hear before we enter school.

I sigh "Thanks Hana, I really appreciate what you did there" I smile at Hana "I'm so close to punching that girl in the face" Hana says as she forcefully opens her locker.

"I gotta say, I love my protective friend." I chuckle.

"You know what we should do-" Hana sighs as the bell rings interrupting her.

"Well see you later" Hana pouts as she slams her locker's door before sending me an imaginary kiss.

"See you." I pretend to catch the kiss before hurrying to class.

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"So!" Mrs. Park exclaims gathering everyone's attention. A few students wake up in horror as her loud voice echoes through the classroom

"As you all might have heard there will be an acting competition between Seoul high schools next month" she starts.

"From every class, a group of two or more people will be chosen to compete, and I happen to have been given the authority to choose that group" she further explains.

"I've been thinking for days and I've come to a conclusion" I gulp as I silently pray she doesn't choose me. Mrs. Park has always loved me but I'm not in any way suitable for acting in competitions.

I'm shy and I always stutter. Plus I'm the most awkward human being ever.

"For the good of this school, I chose who I think to be the perfect choice" Mrs. Park looks my way.

"Oh god please no" I mumble my prayers as I avoid eye contact.

"I think they've got the talent, and the potential to do something great, we only need to work on the confidence a bit" I can feel her gaze all over me.

"I've chosen Byun Baekhyun" she starts announcing the participants.

"Yes!" A boy exclaims and I glance at who seems to be that 'Byun' guy.

He's got brown eyes that are half covered by his brown hair bangs. I remember him to be the most annoying student ever. I wonder why in the world Mrs. Park chose someone as childish as him.

"And of course" my thoughts are interrupted.

"my favorite student" Oh gosh it's happening.

"Kim Eunha" she says my name and I can feel my head spinning. I glance at the side and that Byun guy is still on top of the world.

"Mrs. Park can i-" as soon as I start speaking Mrs. Park interrupts me "Of course participation is obligatory" she silences me.

"But-" "and of course all of you left will still have to do extra work" she interrupts me again.

Just as I'm about to argue the bell rings "Well good luck, everything you need to know will be explained to you later. for now, you might wanna get to know each other Ms. Kim and Mr. Byun."
She says before she hurries out of our classroom.

I look to my right and that byun guy is now happily walking towards me.

I sigh. Oh god, what am I gonna do now?

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