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02

As I slipped into the alleyway for a smoke to calm me down. I witnessed a crippled boy getting beaten by three stupid rich gangsters, I only recognized the mayor's son, the biggest bully in our year. I walked over, pulling my red hood over my head, trying to hide my identity the best I could. "Leave the poor kid alone." I sighed. "And you are?" The kid to the left of the mayor's son asked with a smug smirk plastered on his face. "Agh, I really cant be arsed today.." I grunted as I ran and kicked the guy on the left in the chest. The guy to the left tumbled over. "What are you waiting for!? Get her you idiot." The mayor's son looked at the guy on his right and pointed at me as the man ran at me. I used no powers and stuck to my normal strength that I'd use any other time.

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All three of the boy lay on the floor in pain. I helped the cripple up to his feet and I passed him his walking stick. "Be careful." I said walking off. "Wait!" The crippled teen shouted. I didn't know him but he did go to the same school as me, his uniform said it all. I came to a hault, still facing the opposite way to the teenager. "What's your name?" He asked. My eyes widened at the sudden question of my name. Nobody asks for my name, I'm a loser, the school's loner, I spend my time in the school library or hiding from teachers or hiding in a corner for a smoke. "You look quite familiar at first, then I recognized you, you go to the school right?" He questioned. "Yeah. I do." I answered. I glanced around as I finally shuffled my feet around to face him. "I'm So-Mun, what's your name?" He asked as he smiled slightly with a busted lip and other fresh cuts and bruises. "Y/n." I said as I turned back around and walked off.

So Mun's P.o.V

"Y/n." She replied shortly and coldly as she walked away. I put my earphones back in the only thing I had left from my Eomma and walked, with my usual limp, in the opposite direction from the girl, Y/n. I walked away with a smile on my face.

Y/n's P.o.V

As I walked to my parent's old house, before they passed, I stood outside, my eyes fixed on the gate. There was a sign out front saying 'For sale' as I rummaged in my trouser pockets, I found my bank balance, after inheriting both my parents will, as an only child I received it all. "50 million Won.." I said in a low voice as I calculated how much it would convert to in pound sterling and US Dollars.  "31,082.12 Pound sterling and 42,366.42 United States Dollar." I smiled knowing it was a lot and I would have enough to leave Korea and buy my parent's old house whilst moving out of the country. I would even have a lot of left over money.

As I took my phone from my jacket pocket I stuffed my bank balance back in my trouser pocket. I turned on my phone and put my finger on the front of the screen as my phone unlocked. I dialed the number that was on the 'For Sale' sign, into the keypad on the phone app and I pressed the green call button. "Hello? This is SK housing agency, how may we assist you." A woman's voice came through from the other end of the phone. "Is the house on Dong-daero, Route-Ro, still available?" I asked, hoping it was.

There was silence for a moment or two. "Ah, yes it is, sorry for the silence a moment ago I was just checking if it was, and indeed it is. One of our workers are inside the house if you would like to speak to them ma'am." The lady on the other end of the phone said, politely. "Okay, thank you for your help, I was just wondering of if was available to be bought as the moment so thank you." I said.

— After buying the house and the next day —

I ran, parkouring my way to school. I jumped off and from obstacles, walls, benches, railings and other obstacles. Strangers walking down the street stared at me like I was stupid.

As I finally arrived at school, not really out of breath due to my powers, my breathing only slightly heavier than usual, I rushed through the school gates into hell's territory.

As I reached the principals office, i knocked the door. "Enter." The principal shouted. I opened the door and walked in my posture straight. "You called for me yesterday?" I asked. "Yes I did." The principal said. "From your current grades and results in your exams and tests these passed few months, I have decided to put you in Blossom's class, with your teachers name is Mr Park. And your buddies will be Im Joo-Yeon and Woong-min." The principal explained. "Okay, Thank you sir." I bowed. "You may leave now." The principal said as I turned around and exited the room.

I had finally been moved up classes, all the studying and hard work paid off with a reward. As I walked off to Blossom's Class, which was B1, my mind wandered too Eonni Noodles, oh how much I would miss those noodles when I moved. In 9 months time I would be moving, I'd be moving to the United States, if we are being precise, I'd be moving to Seattle.

As I entered the class, Mr Park looked at me and smiled. "You are the new student, right?" Mr Park asked. I smiled and bowed. "Yes. I am." I said returning to my straight posture. "Please come and introduce yourself."  Mr Park said as his hands gestured for you to come and stand to introduce yourself, as I slowly walked over to where Mr Park had directed through a hand gesture. I reached where he told me to stand and slowly bowed. "Hello, I'm Lee Y/n." I said, bowing. I regained my posture and looked at the teacher behind my to my left. "Avaluate on that please Lee Y/n." Mr Park said with a smile. "Um well, I have anger issues so I prefer to stay alone, away from people so I don't get angry. I really enjoy fighting and when I get angry I listen to music." I said as I looked at Mr Park as he gestured to an empty seat, next to a familiar cripple.

I walked over to my seat and got my sketch book, pencil case and phone out of my bag and tucked my black and blue bag under my desk. My bag was black with large blue butterfly on the front. I took out my sketching pencil and opened up my sketch book to the first page. I looked at the drawing and traced my finger over the pencil. Flipping paged and pages after another, tracing each drawing. Insighed as I reached a blank page. I pictured something, it was the spirit that helped me control my counter powers. Lee Ji-Hoon. But it wasn't Lee Ji-Hoon, it was sort of a memory, I saw a little boy who I called big brother, before and my drawing is how I picture him now, but, it looked like Lee Ji-Hoon.

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As the lesson finished I came to an end of my rough sketch of Lee Ji-Hoon.

The familiar crippled boy to my right peeked over at my drawing. "What are you looking at?" I asked, coldly and harshly. "Oh um, I, I was just looking at your um, your drawing." He said, shyly. "Have we met?" I asked, turning and facing him. "Oh, yeah, we met yesterday. Remember I'm So Mun." So Mun smiled. "Oh right." I sighed, adding more shading to my drawing. "That's a good drawing." So Mun smiled and looked at me. I slammed my pencil onto the desk as the pencil snapped in half. I took my hand off the pencil and slammed my sketch book shut with less force. So Mun looked shocked at the broken pencil.

"You- You just slammed it and it- it snapped." He said, astonished.

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Word Count: 1421
Credit to the owner of the Lee Jong-Suk drawing above. Its amazing.  :)