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Mercy. 19. College freshman. 5'2". 3 siblings.

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Monday, June 23, 2008

11:38 AM

Beautiful Freaks
started on April 28, 2008

Prologue

"What does that girl have that I don't?"

"A brain. Smarts..."

"A smile that lights up any room she sets foot into."

"A gentle stride."

"A kinder than kind soul."

"A big heart."

"Beautiful hair and gorgeous eyes."

They obviously don't know what they're saying.

I am so going to prove that everyone who loves her is incredibly wrong.

There's nothing this Beautiful Freak can't do.

Chapter One

September 9, 9:10 pm
School starts tomorrow. I'm psyched; literally! This school year is going to be the absolutely best ever. Know why? 'Cause yours truly is going to be...never mind. You'll find out later.
Watch out, Westbury High! Park Mi Young is coming!

Love, PMY

Ear buds carefully placed into my ears, I begin my walk to school. It's not that I don't own a chauffeur; what's the point of getting a ride or driving when Westbury High School is only a few blocks from my house? Besides, I had gained five pounds these past months. The summer sure allows plenty of time for me to eat. It was probably all those pizzas my mother had ordered. Now she, on the other hand, does not gain any weight from eating junk food. And don't even lecture me about exercise; we freakin' work out together!

"Hey, Mi Young!" I hear someone call out to me. They must have shouted really loudly because I could hear them even though my music was blasting in my ears.

I take a quick glance and immediately sigh. It's not who I was expecting it to be. Dissatisfied, I continue my stroll into the school building. I can feel a few pairs of eyes watching me, but I can care less. If they don't know how to come and speak to me, then so be it. I don't have to do the dirty work.

I stop by my locker and exchange material from my backpack for stuff in my locker. As I shut the locker closed, I feel a hand on my shoulder. A gentle yet firm grip. I know who it belongs to. I put my iPod away and hesitantly turn around to face him.

"Mi Young-ah," he begins, but I cut him off.

"You think I feel like talking to you right now?" I ask. "I already told you, I'm not ready for a new relationship. Why don't you understand that?" I start to push his hand off my shoulder, but he won't let go.

He looks at me for a split second without saying anything, then shifts his gaze and stares at the row of lockers behind me instead. "Of course I understand that. I know you need some space for the time being. But what you don't get is that...the person who doesn't understand is you."

Now I am confused. "What in the world do you mean, Jong Hyun?"

"I mean that..."

The bell for first period rings and drowns him out. I pull away from him and rush to class. He calls after me, but I ignore him. He may be hot, okay, extremely hot, but if he wants me, he isn't going to get me easily. He'll have to show me what he's made of first.

I enter my first period classroom with my head up high and a small smile on my face. Yeah, looking like a nice person is one of my tactics for this year. Now everyone, no matter how abnormal, will receive my dazzling smile and kindness. It's not until I see a new face does the grin fade away.

Honestly, this girl sure looks cute. I can’t deny that. But instead of looking at me, the guys are staring at her! What’s a girl like me supposed to do in such a situation? For a fleeting moment, I feel like I should just sit there and take it like a woman. I immediately shake that thought away. I am NOT going to let a new girl take my spot and steal all the guys! Yes, new people deserve kindness…but not when they’re like this.

Quickly cooking up a plan, I saunter over to her and before she can say anything to me, I pull out the empty seat next to her and sit down. “Hey, I’m Mi-Young. What’s your name?” I politely ask, looking her in the eye.

She blinks at me with her big brown eyes instead of replying and I can’t help but notice all the pores on her face as I wait for an answer. After I inspect her entire head, she says, “I’m Noh-Ra. Nice to meet you, Mi Young.” She smiles, and it’s hard to tell whether it’s a genuine smile or a fake one.

Just then the teacher enters the classroom and instead of just closing the door, he locks it shut. A few students in the room start freaking out and immediately grab their cell phones to text their friends, most likely to report to them that this new teacher’s a bastard, and not to bother to come to class if they’re going to be late.

I turn slightly and glance at Noh-Ra to see how she’s reacting. If she’s freaking out, no one can tell. She’s sitting incredibly calm. Behind me, I hear whispers and laughter. I place my bag onto my temporary desk and reach into it, pretending to look as if I wasn’t up to anything. “Do you mind giving me your number?” I ask Noh-Ra softly.

Her eyes narrow a little and instead of giving me her number, she questions, “Why would you want it?” in a suspicious tone.

“There’s no reason, really. I mean, you’re new so…wouldn’t you like to make some friends here?” I say.

I know that I didn’t make any sense, but Noh-Ra somehow understands me. She nods her head and writes her number down on a tiny sheet of paper she’d torn out of her notebook. She slides the paper over to me once she finishes, and I put it in my pocket, thanking her. Wholeheartedly.

“So we’re friends now?” she asks, seeming somewhat desperate.

I smile. “Yep, we’re friends now,” I reply. In my mind, I’m thinking, Yeah right, bitch.

The teacher, Mr. Kim, starts taking roll and I sit back to listen to all the names. When he calls “Kim Jong Hyun,” my eyes widen, and even though I’m curious, I try my best to be subtle as I turn to see where he’s sitting. I see him all the way in the back, near a window. I turn back around just before he catches me looking.

Immediately after the teacher calls out “Park Mi Young,” and I holler a short “Here,” a paper airplane lands on my desk. I stare at it for a moment, wondering how in the world guys in their senior year could be so childish. I pick the airplane up, and slowly open it as Noh-Ra watches me. Inside a short scribbled message says: We need to talk. Meet me after class. Even though there’s not a signature, I already know who wrote it. I crumple it up and aim for the recycle bin. The paper ball lands in perfectly.

Noh-Ra gives me a weird look but I just shrug like it was nothing special. Because really: it wasn’t. I wait until the teacher gets class started and Noh-Ra is distracted, then I pretend to pop my back by turning my body in my seat. Doing this I am able to catch a glimpse of Jong Hyun, who’s animatedly talking to the friend sitting next to him. I can’t help but wonder if he had been looking at me just a moment ago and seen me thrown his note away.

Pulling my notebook out of my bag, I ask Noh-Ra, “What are we doing?”

Noh-Ra laughs. “Stop daydreaming and open the textbook under your desk to page fifteen. We’re taking notes, so you’d better stay alert,” she snides.

I open my mouth to fire a comeback that is just dying to be spoken, but I remember how we are supposedly “friends” now and lightly bite my sharp tongue. A quick “thanks” comes out instead.

I flip to page fifteen in the textbook and open my notebook to the first blank page. Noh-Ra glances over and picks up my pen case, admiring or maybe fadmiring, how cute it looks. I roll my eyes but tell her I got it as a present from my last boyfriend.

She smirks, asking, "And what was he, like your twentieth one as well?"

I furrow my eyebrows in confusion. What is wrong with this new girl? If this is how she wants to play it, sure. I'll participate.

"No," I begin, shaking my head for emphasis. "He was actually my first one as well. I'm not a slut, sorry."

Noh-Ra writes some stuff down onto her notebook. "I didn't say that you're one," she whispers, seeing the teacher pass by.

"Your tone really indicated it, though," I inform. "But we should stop and get to work, right?"

She nods. "Right. I'm sorry," she says.

I don't bother to ask her what she apologized for. Instead I begin reading the text and taking notes. By the time class ends, I'm completely finished, while Noh-Ra isn't. I smile to myself as I gather up my things.

"What class do you have next?" I ask Noh-Ra just as someone asks me from behind. I choose to ignore the voice and keep my eyes on Noh-Ra.

Noh-Ra pauses for a second, then answers, "AP English."

"Aaah, too bad. I'm heading off in the opposite direction. Do you know how to get there?"

"I'll manage," she replies, but the voice from behind me states, "I'll help you."

Noh-Ra's eyes widen and her face lits up. "Will you really?" she asks all excitedly.

"Yeah, I have AP English too, so I might as well lead the way," the guy says. Then I feel a tap on my shoulder, but I refuse to turn around. Noh-Ra glances at me, then slowly exits the classroom, Jong Hyun following behind her.

So much for the "We need to talk. Meet me after class" message he sent me. I stare after them and stick out my tongue at their backs when no one's looking.

“Eeek, Mi Young!” I hear a familiar voice squeal behind me just as I arrive at my second period class.

I whip around to see the girl. My eyes immediately light up. “Omg, it’s Sage!” Sage Doucet, my best friend since forever. She’s half-French, but considers herself a hundred percent White due to the fact that she has an awful (French) dad.

I rush toward her and she vice versa. We hug each other tightly and step back to inspect each other’s outfit. She’s decked in blue, and it looks amazing on her pale skin. Wait a minute. Pale skin? I remember her telling me over the summer that she’s going to Hawaii with her older siblings!

Forgetting what she probably thinks about my attire, I question about her vacation. She replies, “Oh, we changed our plans, at like, the last moment. Instead of Hawaii we went to…England.” She finishes with a smile.

“You have this class now, right?” I ask, pulling her into the classroom. She nods. “You must tell me all about your trip then!”

Once we’re settled inside the classroom in desks right next to each other, Sage begins gushing about how much fun she had in England and, of course, the handsome guy she met over there. But just after she finishes, her smile abruptly fades.

“What’s wrong, Sage?” I ask, worried. She doesn’t look up, but I follow the finger she points at something behind me. I slowly turn my head, trying not to be obvious. When I see him, I turn back around to face her.

Sage already has tears in her eyes. I can feel her pain like it’s my own. I grab her hands and hold them tight. “Oh Sage, have you still not gotten over him?” I question as a tear flows down her cheek. Then another. I begin to feel guilty, as if my question has caused her to cry. However, Sage lifts up one hand to quickly wipe her tears away and finally looks up.

“I haven’t gotten over him, Mi Young,” she whispers, shaking her head a little. “I’ve tried many tactics and none of them have worked.” She pauses, laughs, then says, “I’m such a loser, aren’t I.”

I frown and lightly slap her hand. “How can you say such a thing? Of course you aren’t a loser! If I hear you say that one more time, I’m going to tell him you still have feelings for him,” I threaten, crossing my arms to let her know I mean it.

“Okay, okay. I won’t say that anymore.” She manages to give me a smile. When she reaches down for her purse, I turn to sneak a peek at her ex-boyfriend. He’s now texting on his cell phone so he doesn’t see me. I stop looking before Sage can catch me.

I quickly glance at her. I know how she feels, and I just want to cry seeing her like this. I mean, Jeremy is hotter than hot, and he’s perfect for Sage. They were THE couple last school year. Everyone was envious—including me. Seriously, they were so cute together! Too bad for Sage, though, because he cheated on her with some bitch.

Right after the bell rings, the teacher stands up from her desk chair and announces, “Why don’t everyone gather your belongings and move to the sides. We’re going to start off with seating arrangements.”

Seating arrangements?! Sage and I both look at each other in shock. Hopefully she’s not going to put us in alphabetical order!

Chapter Two

Everyone gathers their stuff and moves to the sides of the classroom, looking at the teacher anxiously. To their surprise, she doesn’t inform them of how they’re being seated. She simply begins calling out names and pointing to desks.

But it doesn’t take long for the quick-minded to realize that she is putting them in alphabetical order.

“Dang it,” Sage whispers into my ear. We both know how this is going to turn out. I roll my eyes and sigh but grab Sage’s hand and squeeze it, just before Sage picks up her bag and maneuvers to her seat…right behind her ex.

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