My name is Park Seon Woo. I am 15 in 5 months (it's May) and 5 days, and my nickname is Sunoo- because everyone thinks I'm a spitting image of Sunoo from Enhypen. I really don't think so - infact I didn't even know who Enhypen were until my best friend told me about them, seeing as the only bands I listen to are GirlsGeneration and VIXX and GOT7 and SHINee and SuperJunior and 2NE1. I don't know new bands because all the bands above's music is are the only songs my parents would allow me to listen to. My Abba like Twice, and he plays songs like "OOH-AH" and "Signal" when Umma's at work. I wish he'd play a few newer songs ( I absolutely love those) but he'd never. I also live with my big brothers Hyejin, Seongsu and Hyejin's dog, Nam. I don't think Hyejin likes me very much. Since I was very little, he'd pinch me and slap me behind Umma and Abba's backs, or steal my food and push me over and call me names. Since I was 12, Umma trusted him to take me to and from school, but he always sends me the wrong way or chases me with his friends so I go home with my best friend MiHi and her big sister. Hyejin's going to be a footballer when he's older, or very soon. I don't know what I'm going to be yet. Infact that's what we were supposed to be discussing, but then I started day dreaming.
'Sunoo, for the last time it's your turn!' Bitna's annoyed trill breaks into my thoughts.
'Oh, I'm sorry…' I feel my face go hot.
'It's ok,' MiHi pats my hand.
'No it isn't.' Bitna rolls her eyes.
Hak Kun sniffs and adjusts his glasses.
'Continue, Sunoo.' He rolls his eyes.
'Er…' I don't know what they were talking about.
'Pick a job from the jar and talk about it,' Mihi says. I look for the jar but can't see it.
'Here,' Hak Kun rolls his eyes again and throws the jar towards me. I feel a little offended- this is why the teachers call me a wet tissue, because I get offended by things quicker than the fastest wink. The job I get in the end is a doctor.
'I am…a doctor is to heal people, to make people to good, better?' I can't get the explanation right, but Mrs. Sang makes us practice English in her classes so we can be Bilingual- (she claims it's good to speak many languages in business). Bit a us staring very intently at me, and Hak Kun rolls his eyes for the third time.
'I…wrong?' I ask.
'ARE you wrong, not YOU wrong!' Bitna jeers. She's fluent in English, Korean, Spanish and Japanese so that's fine for her. 'Well, talking about music IS practicing English, am I wrong?' She continues.
'No,' Mihi shuts her book miserably and Hak Kun rolls his eyes again.
'So, what're your favourite songs?' Bitna is probably the only person enjoying the new group task.
'Love dive,' Hak Kun yawns.
'That's OLD,' Bitna jeers. 'Where did Shut down by "CLASS:y" go?'
'And Glitch mode,' Mihi tries to play along but Bitna glares at her.
'That's old,' she hisses. Apparently anything that wasn't dropped yesterday is too old.
'I hate you is nice,' Mihi pipes up.
'Oh, you guys,' Bitna rolls her eyes and Hak Kun dies too, to prove he's not beaten.
'Sunoo?' Mihi looks at me.
'A or Stop Stop it.' I say.
'By who? That ain't new whatever it is,' Bitna spits her gum on my arm.
'No one,' I reply.
'No! I know Stop stop it, it's by…Go7 or some band….my big sister loves them, she has posters of them all over her walls! GOT7, that's it!' Mihi yells. Mrs. Sang glares at us.
'GOT7, GOT7, GOT7!' Mihi whispers. 'I'm going to Stan them one day…but Sunoo, how does Stop stop it beat "Truth" and "Nanana?" '
'Can you just include us on whatever you're talking about please?' Bitna half yells.
'Are you really studying over there?' Mrs.Sang jeers, coming over at a high speed.
'Yes Sang -SUNG SAENG NIM,' Mihi stands up, bright red and shoves her exercise book forward. 'Do you want to see my notes, Sang seong-saeng-nim?'
Mrs Sang gives one last glare and em walks off to bother someone else.
'What about "Fearless?"?' Hak Kun tries to up his game.
'OLD,' Bitna is pouting now, but no one cares
'Get Ya?' Mihi attempts
'ANCIENT,'
'Whatever.' I say quietly.
'By who?' Bitna demands.
'I say, whatever because you don't say yes to anything at all. You don't think other two are thinking.'
Bitna is just staring at me.
'That's the first language I didn't understand,' she jeers 'is it English?'
I feel very offended and fold my arms.
"I like Phase me,' says Mihi. 'It's so calming and nice!'
'Everybody likes it,' Hak Kun sighs.
'Who's that by? Was it 2020, or 2010?' Bitna pretends she doesn't know. 'Oh, and IT IS so calming, not ITS so calming.'
'You go on being English Prince….cess, Bitna.' I snap. 'Mihi's English is good, is correct.'
Bitna's smirking at me. 'I didn't get half of that,' She laughs. The bell rings and scares us all so we jump.
'Put away your books and leave the worksheets at my desk, please.'
'Worksheet?!' We all ask each other.
'Oh no,' Bitna bites her lip. 'I was sitting on it the whole time!'
Hak Kun tears the paper she produces out of her hands and grabs for the nearest pen, scribbling down all the answers and fake discussion results.
He scrumples the paper into my hands.
'You take it to Sang seong saeng nim Sunoo, us three'll be outta here.' He jeers, swinging his baton and making for the door. Bitna follows him, tutting and glaring at him.