"ARE YOU READY FOR TODAY?" My dad asks over the phone. "Let's hope so." I reply grabbing my bag and stuffing some books in it.

"Come on, what's the worst that can happen?" I look back at him. "Literally anything. And I look terrible in this uniform. But seriously, who looks good in green?" He lets out a laugh as I walk to my desk and sit down looking straight at the camera.

"You'll be fine, just make sure to have what I gave you."

"I will, I have it right here." I say, holding up the polished handgun. He smiles.

"I love you. Take care of your self, I know you can." We smile at each other.

"Siyeon! You ready to go?" My mom yells from down stairs. "Good luck, not that you'll need it." He says.

"Bye, dad." I shut the computer and grab my bag.

-

MY MOM PULLS UP OUTSIDE THE SCHOOL. "Here we are." I look out the car window scanning the students rushing inside.

"You'll fit right in don't worry." She says, rubbing my thigh.

She sighs grabbing her phone. "Everything worked out perfectly for me, it shouldn't be any different for you." She murmured.

"Well if everything worked out perfectly we wouldn't be, right?" She looks up at me with widened eyes.

I pull the handle and get out of the car. My mom rolls down her window as a walk around it.

"Learn something!"

"You know I won't." I yell back.

-

"AND THIS IS THE HISTORY ROOM." Mr. Jung, the schools dean tells me as we walk through the halls finding my first class.

"Your teacher for English will be Mrs. Park. She's easy going, so no need to worry." He says with an uncomfortable smile.

We come to a stop and he knocks on a wooden door before sliding it open.

"I have your new student!" He says enthusiastically. I gringe at the sound of his tone. I then get pulled into the classroom.

"Class, this is our new student moving from Seoul." The class excited. I can hear there whispers about me. 'She's from Seoul?' 'Her accent is probably so pretty.' 'She must be loaded.'

"Honey, please introduce yourself." She says leaning into me.

I smile awkwardly before looking back at the students. I bow.

"Hello, I'm Kim Siyeon. It's nice to meet you."

The class get excited once more. They start clapping. 'Her voice is even pretty.' 'She has the Seoul accent.'

"Alright settle down, guys." She says. "There's an empty seat in front of Onjo." She says pointing to a girl in the middle row. Onjo raises her hand.

"Go sit down."

I walk over and sit in front of Onjo. I immediately start fidgeting with my fingers. Was I too quiet? Could they even hear me? What if I don't have the right uniform on? Ugh, great first impression-

"Siyeon?"

My head shoots up at the sound of my name. All eyes are on me.

Mrs. Park points to the board, "Can you interpret this?"

I look at the sentence in English and read it out in Korean.

"The truth is, all of us have some sort of prejudice. We all have preconceptions about other people."

"Hmm, okay. Nice. Bare-su, stand-up."

Everyone start giggling, looking at the back of the class. I turn around seeing a tall, tan boy standing up in his chair.

"What's with 'Bare-su'?" The teacher asks. A boy in the front reply's.

"It's short for Barefood Su-hyeok, Bare-su."

"He hates wearing socks, He's so weird about it. I can smell it a mile away." Another boy adds.

Everyone starts laughing. I smile a bit. It's nice knowing that everyone isn't too serious.

"Okay Bare-su, what did Siyeon just say a minute ago?"

"She was absolutely correct." He says. I can feel his embarrassment.

"Well, what was her absolutely correct answer?"

He was about to answer when a wounded girl opened the sliding door.

"Hyeon-ju?"

The girl falls to the ground.

"Hyeon-ju!"

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