Chapter One (1/1)

Once Upon a TimeOnce upon a time, there was a girl. A girl, whom wasn’t pretty or ugly, not considered smart or stupid. She wasn’t popular, but people didn’t consider her a loner; shy, but outgoing. She was always average.Sure, fairytales are nice to read to girls who still have a free imagination, but the more you grow and learn, the more you are exposed to the bitterness of life. Unfortunately, this girl was exposed to the darker side of life too soon. This is the reality of fairytales. The amount of time Inha spends staring at the slightly lopsided clock hung on the wall of the overused classroom is dreadful. How she wishes time would fly, then she could graduate and never look back at such a dull life.The amount of time wasted on doing things she didn’t want to do, things people told her to do or how to feel, the time wasted on trying to fit in with people she would never consider a true friend. She dreaded it all. As the bell rang signaling that the class was over, she wished she could just shut her eyes for a few moments and everything around her would disappear, all her problems and the people.The whole school seemed to be too busy making plans for the upcoming weekend and she was stuck with her schedule packed with different math sheets and essays in a room that was well in need for a tidy up.“Hey, Inha?” The said girl looked up to see one of her classmates peering down at her. Inha gave him a bright smile that no one seemed to realize was a façade to hide her truly depressing self.“Do you think I could copy your notes for science?” He gave her a sorry smile and her smile slightly faltered. She never asked anyone to appreciate every little thing she did; she couldn’t help but just feel so used. She was just used as an item that people failed to realize had the ability to crack under pressure. Moreover, if she ever cracked, no one would care or notice.With a quick agreement, she passed him the notes after searching through her bag that was filled with loose papers, snack wrappers and pencils. It took her a lot of strength not to scoff at him as he started thanking her and calling her the “best.” She didn’t believe it even for a second. She hadn’t had a proper conversation since the third grade where they talked about flying to the moon and now he suddenly thought they were friends. They weren’t. After the said male disappeared past the door, she quickly shoved her belongings into her bag and slowly got out of the cheap plastic chairs, leaving the room with only a couple of students who were either sleeping or too busy studying their notes.With one quick glance at the hallway, she recognized her group of friends; they were the usually the loudest and largest group or girls standing in the middle, blocking the way’s of many students. She quickly approached them, trying to look like she fit in. Only a few minutes of conversing and she was already sick of all the drama they were experiencing or the plans they made right in front of her face, however never had a part in them. Honestly, she had no interest whether Mr. Popular talked to her friends or not. After listening to her friends for another minute