"What are we doing?"

Grudgingly dragging my feet, I was making my way to the new high school. My mom made us shift to a new city for no reason. It was going all well, with my friends but it didn't last long as we shifted. Sighing, I did a mental cheering to myself and suddenly the steps felt so heavy that I had difficulty in proceeding. I entered the building and glanced around at the blindingly white walls of the school. The tiles were weirdly white as well which made me wonder whether I was in a hospital or a school.

When I woke up this morning, I was greeted by the ever so knocked out face of my mother. She was sprawled on the couch with a few empty bottles of beer around her. As much as I loathed her behavior, I still wanted to be welcomed by her cheery voice and not the excruciating pain from stepping on the broken glass. I tried waking her up but as always she remained unfazed with her eyes deeply shut. It was nothing new for me although. I did not bother to prepare breakfast and left the house.

The irresponsible behavior of my mother started 5 years back. When my coward father left us because he was afraid we would make him go bankrupt. It did not help that my mother soon became addicted to alcohol and acted as if I didn't exist. My relatives cut ties with us and soon this left us with nothing but a roof on top. However, I was glad to handle the situation and successfully avoid my mother everytime she tried make a scene in public.

She was never like that. I missed the old her. The moment I used to enter the house, I was welcomed with the reek of alcohol. The house would be a mess as my mother kept hallucinating. I advised her to go to a therapist, but then again we didn't have the money. So it continued.

At times I felt like I was in living in some cliché story.

I was snapped into reality as I felt a hard bump on my head. I winced rubbing the side of my head, and glanced at whoever was in front.

I see a young guy with blonde hair. His eyes meet mine and he passes me a nasty glare before rushing somewhere. I don't bother to call him out and instead push past the crowd of people in the hallway.

The moment I reach the classroom 212, everyone stares at me as if I were a mystical creature. I patiently stand there as the teacher proceeds to inform the class about the arrival of the new student a.k.a me.

I was met with judging stares and suddenly, I feel as if this were a bad idea.

Shrugging off my discomfort, I introduced myself and kept it as brief as possible. Without letting the teacher speak I walk to the last row of seats and take a seat. Looking to my left, I was met with a girl who had a hood that covered more than half of her face. She seems unbothered and I glance at her notebook to see her doodling.

Sensing my stare, her eyes meet mine but instead of passing me a smile she raises an eyebrow making me I scoff so I divert my gaze to the professor.

The lecture made me sleepy. I wish I could go home, snuggle in my blankets and sleep the entire day.

Feeling quite lost with the context I tapped the girl's shoulder.

"What are we doing?" I whispered and caught her rolling her eyes.

"We're doing maths, sweetheart," She uttered as I fought the urge to dunk her head in the bin.

"I can see that you dimwit. What exactly are we doing in maths?" I questioned once more almost losing my patience.

She clicked her tongue in annoyance before dragging her chair closer to mine.

"Look yourself now," She replied as I nodded and watched her solve all sums with ease.

As soon as the lecture ended I sat back and watched in amusement as students ran out. The entire class was empty except for that girl.

Clearing my throat I turned to her passing her a small smile in the process and extended my hand," Hi! I'm Byeol and you are-"

"Hayoon and no, I would not like to be your friend," She mocks and walks out as I retreat my hand and scoff at her attitude.

Before I could walk to her, I feel a tap on my shoulder.

Turning around I was met with the most beautiful pair of eyes and a face of an angel.