First (1/1)

Marie was standing in front of her first Korean school. She was eight years old and she had just moved to Korea. She didn’t speak much of the language, just enough to get by. She was learning more and more all the time. Her mother was holding her hand as they both stared at the large building before them.“Mom?”“Yes dear?” Elaine got down to her daughter’s level.“I don’t want to go” Marie pouted. Elaine placed her palm on Marie’s cheek and smiled.“You’re going to be fine” she said reassuringly. She got up.“Let’s go, sweetie” Elaine said calmly and pulled Marie along with her. Marie was looking at her new classmates through a glass door. They were laughing and having fun. Marie’s teacher opened the door and they walked to the classroom. All of the kids stopped to stare at her. The looks on their faces weren’t exactly kind. Many of them looked discussed. The teacher introduced Marie to the other kids. One of the little boys stood up and yelled:“She’s different!” Indeed Marie looked very different. With her deep blue eyes and her blonde hair, she stuck out like a sore thumb. Marie’s teacher told the boy to sit down and held a lecture about accepting differences.  Marie then was told to take a seat between two girls. She tried to mumble hello to them, but they simply turned away. Marie sighed.Later that day, when school ended, Marie’s mother was supposed to pick her up. However, she had to work late that day, and Marie ended up walking home all alone.  About a week later, when Marie came home after school, her father and mother were both sitting in the living room watching TV.“Why didn’t you pick me up?” Marie asked sadly. Her parents shrugged.“Didn’t have the energy” her mother replied coldly.“Okay” Marie said and ran to her bedroom.Weeks turned into months, months turned into years. Every day Marie’s parents treated her colder and colder, making her feel lonelier and lonelier. As Marie turned fourteen years old, her parents became more and more stressed. They always took it out on Marie and each other. When she was fifteen years old, her parents started to beat her. ∼ 9 years later ∼For the millionth time that week, Marie was sitting in her bedroom, listening to her parents fighting. She knew that eventually they would make their way into her room and give her more bruises and cuts. She touched her previous ones, trying to cover the ones on her arms by pulling her sleeves down.  Luckily her school uniform covered them, so no one had any idea she was getting beaten up. Not that anyone cared. Marie had absolutely zero friends at school. They all thought she was different, weird. Marie pulled a blanket over her head. Just as she did that, she heard her bedroom door open.“And you, little brat…!”  SO UH... THAT'S IT FOR THE FIRST CHAPTER. LET ME KNOW WHAT THINK! I'LL TRY TO UPDATE SOON ^^ THANKS FOR READING!  I PROMISE TO GIVE YOU SOME DMTN WONDERFULLNESS IN THE NEXT CHAPTER :3