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Friday, February 5, 2010

2:36 PM

Another incompleted fic. Yay!

Falling for a Tomboy

written by Mercy // August 10, 2006

Prologue

I was doomed since the day I was born.

Once I'd came out to life, my parents named me Lee Dung Poo. A few years later, I asked them why.

They explained that I was dark. Like shit.

It's hard to believe them. My skin's not brown like shit; I'm actually quite pale. Maybe it changed over the years. *sarcasm*

When I was a few weeks old, my mother left me on the sofa in the living room and I rolled off. I fell onto the tile floor with a thud, then started bawling my eyes out.

Everything actually went fine and dandy until I was six years old. I was playing over at my new friend's house when their dog saw me. I guess it was really hungry or something since it licked its mouth and started chasing me! I panicked and the only thing I could do was climb up my friend's tree. So I did just that! The dog couldn't climb up the tree even though it tried so many times. Eventually my friend came back from the bathroom and called their dog away.

At the age of ten, my mother asked me to light up the fireplace for her since she's scared of fire and no one else was at home. So, guess what happened?

...

You give up?

...

Okay then, loser.

I burnt my whole head of hair. On accident, I swear. Why would I do that to myself on purpose? That would be like committing suicide. *shudders* I'm too young to die.

That incident was quite a tragedy, but it was funny nevertheless. I didn't even know that my head was on fire. It wasn't until I got out of the fireplace did I notice a crinkling sound and the smell of something burning. When I turned to look at my mother, all shocked and speechless...puhahaha. The look on her face was PRICELESS. She was even more shocked and speechless than I was. If you ever need a laugh, just do something outrageous in front of my mother. Her reaction will bring you a fit of giggles (unless you're a guy; I think 'manly laughter' would fit then) that'll keep you busy laughing all day long. Guaranteed.

It took several years for my hair to grow back. I can tell you that being bald was not fun. People didn't even look at me...they avoided looking at me. They even stood plenty of yards away. They were all scared, I assure you. They probably thought I had some kind of disease or something. Just because I didn't have any hair on my head!

The most recently (well, not really) bad thing that happened to me was during the past year. I was crossing a wide street when some dude in a motorcycle came zooming down the road at me after he'd just turned a corner. To my surprise, he didn't even slow down. Don't get me wrong; I tried my best to get over to the other side quickly. But I wasn't fast enough. I got ran over by the guy, but not majorly hurt. I mean, my legs still work. The dude's condition was even worse than mine. MUCH worse.

Now here's the most MOST recently bad thing that occured to me. It took place this year, near the football field, in the not-so-wonderful month of August. However, after I gained conciousness, I realized it wasn't such a bad thing after all. It was actually a very good thing.

Maybe this is God's way of rewarding me for all of the hardships I'd been through. Let's just hope I don't ruin it for myself.

Chapter One

Another day of school had ended, and my friends and I were walking through the courtyard to the gate. We were bored out of our minds and didn't know what to do now that school was over for the day.

"Hey, you guys wanna go practice?" someone behind us suggested. We turned around to see Park Sang Ho. Sang Ho was the captain of the school's football team. He was known for his good looks and his high IQ. Even though he's too smart to be a jock, he still manages to be a nerd and a jock without any problems. I don't know how he can keep up with everything.

I looked at him, totally confused. "W-why would we wanna go practice?" I asked. I had a clue of what his answer would be already.

"We have a game tomorrow, remember?" Sang Ho shifted his gaze at all four of us. I avoided looking at him since I could feel that he was just about ready to burst with anger.

I felt ashamed that we had forgotten about the game, so I apologized for everyone as I looked down at the ground. "We're sorry, Sang Ho," I sincerely said.

The other guys nodded their heads slowly in agreement. I raised my head up to look at Sang Ho, and saw that his face expression had soften.

"It's okay," he said to our surprise. "You know about the game now, so...just forget that you had forgotten, alright? Let's go practice!"

We exchanged a group high-five. I know it's corny, but we do it all the time and it helps us get into the mood. So it's worth it.

Sang Ho motioned for us to follow him, and he led us to his car in the school parking lot. We headed straight over to the red sports car that we were positively sure was his car.

"Hey, you guys," he called out from somewhere. We turned our heads and saw him standing next to a beat-up silver sorry-excuse-for-a-car. "This is my car," he said, pointing at the ugly thing. He laughed. "That's Sang Joon's car you're standing by."

We immediately detached ourselves from the car we had been practically drooling over. Sang Joon was Sang Ho's older brother, and he was also his class president. We wouldn't want to get in trouble with him.

As we walked over to Sang Ho's unattracting car, I couldn't help but wonder, Why does Sang Ho have a car like this and his brother has a car like THAT?

I bet the other guys were thinking the same thing 'cause they looked at each other questioningly and even shared the same looks with me.

"Should we ask him?" I asked them in a whisper.

They shook their heads in unison. It's almost like they have the same minds.

I nodded my head, agreeing with them.

We gave Sang Ho huge smiles once we'd reached the spot where he had parked his car and he opened the back door for us. "Get in."

Since there were four of us, one person had to sit at the front passenger seat. And guess who it was? Lucky me. *dies* I don't want to get caught sitting in a car like this...it's embarrassing. *stabs self*

I mentally told myself to kill the guys later if I get made fun of for riding in this ugly car. It's all their fault for rushing into the back seat anyway.

Sang Ho pulled out of the parking lot and we reached the football field in no time. It's actually the community football field, not the school's. So there were other people around, of course.

The one person that caught my eye was this cute girl throwing a football back and forth with her friend. She looked really tomboy-ish, but cute nevertheless.

"DP," one of my friends said behind me. (My friends call me "DP" to avoid making me die of humiliation from my overly-embarrassing real name.) Tae Suk ruffled my hair and pulled me into a friendly headlock. "Who're you staring at?" he asked teasingly. "That granny over there?"

I pushed him away and he released me from the headlock. I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion as I looked at him. "Granny? I ain't staring at no granny," I scoffed, even though I knew he was joking.

Tae Suk laughed and the other guys joined in. "I was kidding, DP. You don't have to get so mad."

"You guys, what did we come here for?" Sang Ho asked all of us, making us all feel guilty.

"We came here to practice," the guys and I answered in monotone.

There was a bit of silence where Sang Ho didn't say anything. We didn't even notice he was gone until he shouted from the field, "Come on, dudes!" He waved us over excitedly.

I looked at him in shock when I saw the other people on the field stare at him like he was a maniac. I gestured to the guys to follow me to the spot where Sang Ho was warming up on the field.

"Aish," I mumbled under my breath as we made our way over there. "He really loves attention, doesn't he?"

Good-looking people and their attention-loving nature. Makes just about anyone want to puke.

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