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Sueyol wakes up...
Its his first day at his new school, after moving from uganda.
He can't say he misses his old friends, he cannot even contact them anymore because they're all too poor to own any phones! What rhe hell man!!
But he doesent want to start all over again and make new friends because he is just too different and not like the other girls and boys.
He likes reading. He's one of those people who still enjoy books these days. But he doesnt read the cheesy romance stories that all the posers like to read, because he actually has a personality, and he doesn't try to fit in like all the preppy losers.
Unlike those girls who always post on instagram about their expensive designer bags.. he prefers to keep all his embaressing money spendings to himself. He keeps his instagram profile picture blank, and he has those aesthetiv quotes on them. Because he is just sooooooo different
Hes dreading going to school and meeting all those preppy conformists who think they are sooooooo pretty with all their poofy skirts, and their blonde hair. Suyeol hates nothing more then those preppy posers, they have nothing else to care for other than their 2 minute old reationships that arent going to last another week.
Suyeol comba half of his hair infront of one side of his face as he listens to the lyrics of his favorite dark heavy metal band, spraying half the can of hair spray on his hair making sure his emo beuty is not disturbed by the natural elements. He slips on 3 different belts on his waist, not that it helps his pants stay in place but it is to maximize his emo beuty. He waits for his 37th layer of hairspray to set in as he puts on his eyeliner jus to smear it down with his fingers, he looks at himself in the mirror and he thinks about how fucked up life is.
He gets his bag and leaves before his mom can scold him about his looks.
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He walks into his school, his emo beuty unaffcted by the elements.
Other students stare at him but he doesnt care because they are all blonde gross preppy ass poser bitches who dpnt deserve his attention.
He heads to his first class, maths. Ever since he was a child he loved counting to 5. So maths has been his favourite subject ever since he learned how to count to 5. His favourite number is 5. Every night he counts to 5 to go to sleep.
He takes a seat at the very back of the class, hoping the teacher wont on him and make him introduce himself.
At the back he saw 2 other emo kids, he counted to five in relif.
He takes a seat right next to them, as he puts his bags down the girl with long hair and stripe dyed hair turns her head at him.
"Ey."
The girl greets him, he hopes she's not one of those scene kids. Theyre totaly lame. But by the looks of the clearly emo guy sitting next to her, she might understand him.
"Yo."
"You new here? Haven't seen you around" she turns to him, one of her eyebrows raised. "Yeah, new here. What do want?" He retorts, trying to build a stoic persona. He wants to be known for his emo beauty in this new school.
The girl only chuckles at him "i like that attitude" "of course you do."
The guy sitting next to her leans back in his chair to take a lookie at him "So.. you emo huh? What's your name???"
"Im suyeol. You?" Suyeol also leans back in his chair to copy the guy
"Kyung-tae.. this here is Hui Gyeom"
"Nice haircut." "Yar."
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The #emo's walk to the cafeteria together. On their way there, Hui Gyeom and Kyung tae tell suyeol about the kids there.
Hui gyeom grunts as she gestures to the man that is shoving 17 different hot dogs into his mouth. "That's the bully, Eric cartman. He always starts stupid drama."
"He's the kid that always tells everyone to beat me up, even the teachers beat me up cause of him!!!!!!!!!;!;!!!;:;):!:'??:'!?" Kyung tae interjects
The girl rolls her eyes at him "But maybe if you were as emo beauty as us, then you wouldn't get picked on by him"
"I don't even know what products you guys put in your hair everyday!! It looks like straight stone!!!" Kyung tae side eye's her
Suyeol chuckles at their banter. He guesses it's fun to have friends who aren't dirty stinky conformist posers, and to be around people who are just like him fr.
Hui gyeom's eyes darted to the entrance, Suyeol looks up too. Simply seeing a group of conformist jock's walking in, he rolls his eyes at them. He notices a player who's letterman jacket simply says 'K' on the back of it. How stupid, he thought. Imagine not having a last name, what a loser.
But, the football player's bedazzling beauty is almost disgusting to Suyeol. The way his hair spikes up looks like it can cut through steel or his dark emo heart 🖤 suyeol decides that moment that he hayes the random football player that just walked in.
The girl sitting in front of him raises her eyebrow at him. "You like jocks huh?" The accusation rips suyeol out of his inner monologue, and shoves him back into reality. "WHAT? Ehm. No.."
Kyung tae giggles, "yar, seems like you like K"
Suyeol looks away from them "No way i would like some jock poser freak... Plus he doesn't even have a last name, what a freak"
"If you fall for some jock, you might get infected by a virus called justin bieber.... It might kill you and turn you exactly like those little conformists." Kyung tae warns
Hui gyeom nudges his shoulder "If you like him then so be it! We don't care who you like as long as they aren't influencing you to become preppy like them too!" She gives Kyung tae a dirty look.