I slowly got up. I was in a large classroom with about 30 students. The walls
looked fairly new, and the wooden desks looked quite old. "Hey, Jin! Why are
you sleeping in class?" Ugh. It was this annoying seonsaengnim ( teacher ).
She was in her 30s, but her appearance made her look like she was 50.
She always kept a stern expression on her face and would always target me.
Damn, that really sucks. I was being harassed by a teacher. Was I really that
pathetic?
'F*ck you b*tch!', is what I wanted to and almost said, but I had to be respectful to my
superiors. "Sorry, I won't do it again.", I replied. "You better." Damn, that's cold.
I should keep my profanity to a minimum because I might accidentally say something
I shouldn't. I looked to my left. Sitting there, a nerdy kid with brown hair and round
glasses, was looking at me in disgusted manner. "Hey." "W-W-What?" Oh. So he is
scared of me? Or does he maybe have some speech problems? "What's the date?"
"O-Oh, sorry, it's the 2nd."
"2nd of what? What month is it?"
"O-Ooh, sorry, uh, it's July 2018."
"Thanks." I said it in an annoyed tone. I think I might've scared him on accident.
Well anyway, it was July 2, 2018. Wait.. my parents! Could they still be alive?!
Oh my God! I'm going to head home immediately after class!
In my past life, unfortunately, my father passed away at age 57 due to COVID-19,
a very contagious and somewhat lethal disease that spreads in 2 years. My mother
then passed away at age 52 due to monsters when abnormalities raided South Korea.
Damn. I really took my parents and everything I had for granted. I wanted to cry, but
I was in the middle of class. Oh, now that I think about it, what time is it? Wow. This big
and chilly classroom didn't even have a clock. I'll just ask the nerd again.
"Yo."
"H-hey, do you n-need anything?"
Jesus, this dude stutters too much.
"What time is it?"
"U-um, my phone is i-in my backpack, but I don't want to take it out, I might get in t-trouble."
"Just do it quick, the teacher won't notice." I felt guilty. Inflicting peer pressure on
someone was not my cup of tea. I hope he doesn't think of me as a bad person.
"I-It's 1:30. Class ends in 3 minutes."
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***
The bell rang. It was very nostalgic. I had a surge of memories of the bell saving me
in my past life from the gang of bullies beating the sh*t out of me in the bathroom.
I'll just ditch school and say I was sick. As I stood up, I felt something shake. It was
my stomach. I walked as quickly I could to the bathroom. I looked in the mirror and was
disgusted and surprised. I was fat. Fat as f*ck. I think I weigh about 200 something pounds.
Atleast I had a nice face, but I'm in middle school too. What the hell, I could get a heart attack.
I need to start exercising. Wait.. now that I think about it, doesn't summer start soon? I'll have a lot of time to
shred some weight.
Baamm!
Ouch. What the f*ck? I got hit. 'Who hit me? I'll beat the crap out of the-'
Nevermind, I take that back. As my body was trembling with fear, I looked
up. It was the school bullies. These goddamn scum. I wish I could beat some sense
into them, but with my current physique a punch would be so sluggish and would probably
be in the air for 4 seconds. 'Dammit, I can't do anything in this situation. F*ck! I have
to endure!'
"You f*cking pig."
Oh, it's this kid. Son Jung-Su. He came from a fairly wealthy family and is a coward.
To my knowledge, he's never actually been in any fights, and he hides behind others
backs. You may be wondering, how does he hide behind others? It's money. Those
scum get paid just to protect him.
"Hand over 10,000 won. If you do that, we'll let you go."
I groaned in pain and gritted my teeth. I was getting stomped on the ground. How pathetic.
'I'll get my revenge soon you scum.' The bullies stopped kicking me. I moved my arms to
only meet Jung-Su's eyes. I stared at his skinny frame, evil looking eyes, a shaved head,
and a grin on his face.
"You gonna pay us?"
"Pay you for what? B*tch!" F*ck! I said it out loud. Dammit! I didn't mean too. Sh*t. I'm f*cked.
"Huh? What did you say? Fat*ss. Kill him."
The tall bullies behind Jung-Su walked forward. I could hear their heavy stomps. I was scared
and mad. It wasn't because that I was getting beaten up, but because I was helpless. I should've
eaten less back then, but now is not the time to sulk over the past. In fact, that was the worst thing
to do. It would make ones mind weaker.
"Hey. Hyung, we should stop. If we keep on hitting him, he'll die at this rate."
"What the f*ck do you mean? We didn't do much, it wont hurt him."
"I'm not talking about that, he's gonna die of a heart attack."
"You got a point. Let's just leave this pig here."
They all left. Thank God. Fuck, I'm so exhausted.. If I move it hurts a ton..
I'll just take a nap..