Sunwoo P.o.v
My cheek was pulsing. I could barely feel the pain though, my thoughts were elsewhere. I sprint towards the figure that had just punched me and with a quick flick of my leg I sent it flying into their side.
The guy moaned in pain but didn't back away, I almost smirked at this, was this guy actually going to pull up a good fight? I hop backwards as the guy launches another pathetic punch, he honestly didn't learn. With one swift move I coiled my arms around his waist and using my head I lunged it into his stomach.
A wail came from the figure and he collapsed back onto the wall behind him, I wipe my mouth from the small bleeding of my split lip, "Next time don't pick a fight with the wrong person idiot."
I scrunch up my nose at him and leave the empty alleyway. It wasn't surprising that I beat that idiot, after all I have way more experience in fighting than the average teenager, it was almost a daily task for me. Yes. I was indeed the outcast of Oakland academy. Not something I'm proud of but its a name for myself, almost makes me feel like I'm part of something.
I make my way out onto the streets and shove my bruised and beaten fists into my trouser pockets, my tie had come loose and my hair was messy but oh well, it don't matter.
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When I finally made my way home I was welcomed into a cold dark house, guess mum and dad were still working and my sister was staying at her friends again. I sigh and slip my shoes off, I chuck my backpack on the floor and thud my way up the stairs slowly, I was exhausted. I take a shower and put on a baggy hoodie and jeans and fling myself onto my bed. My cheek had started to ache and my hands started to bleed ever so slightly again, plasters.. where did I put them again? On my side table a box of plasters lay almost like they were waiting for me to come and use them. I reach out and grab the box, once I finished and had plastered my hands with like ten mini plasters I stare at my phone, it was 6pm, still no sign of my parents, guess I'll be eating alone today. If I remember correctly mum should have left money on the table if neither of them were going to be there. Correct, sure enough there lay a few notes, I stuff them into my pocket and lift my hood up, slip some sneakers on and leave the house for a close convenience store.
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It was surprisingly chilly, I wish I'd wrapped up more but too late now, I push back my dyed ginger hair which was starting to curl at the ends back. My eyes were soon greeted with a bright light that said 'Convenience store.' Maybe some bread at milk will do? When I entered the shop I went straight to the bread section and their stood a tall guy that looked maybe a year older than me, he looked down at me for a brief second and then went back to looking at bread. I felt slightly uncomfortable and grabbed a random one and was about to dash off when he called out to me, "Hey that bread isn't very good, try this one" and with that he handed me this different bread which looked pretty damn tasty. I take it quickly and put the other bread on the shelf again, I nodded my head in thanks to him and before I could get a better look at his face he walked away with a basket full of bread.
I raise an eyebrow in confusion but carry on with this newly picked bread and made my way over to the milk section. I was about to pick out some strawberry milk when something caught my eye, 'Pear juice.' My eyes lit up in a few seconds, this is what I needed, I grabbed a ton of these packets and rushed to the counter to pay for everything. Once I had paid I left and started straight away on this 'Pear juice.' It was just as I imagined, I make a noise of appreciation and start to jog home.
As I turned the corner of a street I ran into the same guy I had beaten up earlier today. My face hardens as he looks at me with a red, ugly face.
"Its this piece of shit!" the guy spits in my face, I wipe my face and back away.
"Who'd of thought I'd run into you again, I swore that last attack would have you lying in a hospital bed" I say sarcastically and lean my head to one side with an innocent look on my face.
"KIM SUNWOO! WATCH YOUR BACK! I'LL KILL YOU!" The guy yells in a deadly tone, I smile,
"I hope to see more of you in the future Youngjo.." I say and with that I shove past him and make my way home.
It seemed school would get pretty interesting from now on. I simply couldn't wait to put these idiots in their place and show them who the true outcasts were, it wasn't me. It had been their mistake to downgrade me like this from the start and now they would finally find that out. Who would change everything?
Me. Kim Sunwoo!
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And there you have it, the introduction to this wonderful fanfic, its a little vague at the end but everything will be revealed slowly as I carry on writing! I plan on making each chapter around 1k-2k so hopefully that will give you guys lots to read! I may shorten some chapters to get them out quicker but that depends on how lazy I am xD I hope you enjoyed the introduction and that it's ok, I'd love to hear what you guys think, I'd also love to reply and talk to you guys so please leave a comment!
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Fanfiction~Sunwoo Fanfic~ The outcast of Oakland academy, Kim Sunwoo. It seemed he'd gone through a life full of hardships and had finally lost it.. well until he met Y/n.. even though they had their differences, they had one thing in common. Both were outca...
