Meet STATIC (1/1)

“Hey, have you heard about those girls?”“Yeah, apparently they’re really weird. Like… completely not girl group material.”“I know right! I don’t know why the agency is putting money up for them, they’re not even good looking.”The whispers followed me relentlessly. It was like a never ending shit storm of hate, all fuelled by jealousy and that special malice filled place that only girls held in their heart. It was used to bash anyone and everyone who tried to do something against the social norm, and it hurt. It hurt like hell. A simple “oh my god who do they think they are” was enough to send the blood of my fellow band mates boiling, but no matter how hard we tried, that anger couldn’t mask the pain we felt on a daily basis.Just because we were trying something unique didn’t mean that it was wrong – but no one else seemed to understand. What was so wrong with girls not wearing ridiculously skimpy outfits and swivelling their hips in order to dance? We could sing (relatively well for trainees), we were approachable and had what I hoped were good personalities, we were pretty (although in a unique way), and we could dance. We could dance pretty bloody well.These were the reasons why Woollim Entertainment had selected Sam, Moon Ri, Jinny, Subin, and I to progress from becoming trainees to a group. The team was still not confirmed, but since there were only six months left till our debut, I highly doubted there would be any last minute additions to our comfortable group of five. Unlike most trainee groups, ours was very close already. Our first official meet had been, of course, ridiculously awkward, but since then we had grown to love each other like sisters we had never had.I was closest to Subin and Sam, our main vocalist and main rapper respectively. We bonded well over shared hatred of eggplants and all three of us were short sighted, which sucked hairy balls – but there was nothing we could do about it. Subin was a doe eyed, gentle girl; her simple speech and quiet way of expressing views and opinions usually made most think she was a pushover, but like all of the girls in the group, she was strong willed and stood up for her morals and rights. In our room, Subin and I were usually the most talkative ones, and our opposing personalities often meant we had pointless tiffs and spats over insignificant things. Sam was the goofy one, always ready for a laugh or a lame joke – and her laughter never failed to make me smile. Infectious and loud, it was one of the most joyful sounds heard in our shared room. Her short bob and adorable dimples, as well as a fashion soft spot for beanies, left the impression on first sight of a naughty school kid.Jinny rapped as well, however she was quiet while not on the job. She liked to keep to herself, but was incredibly articulate in her speech when she wanted to be. Her gorgeous mahogany red locks attracted a lot of attention, and Jinny was forever contemplating re-dyeing her hair to black; we always recommended otherwise. Moon Ri was… difficult to categorize. She came across as one of those typical prima-donna, popular, blonde bitches from an American high school movie, but she behaved as though she was raised in British aristocracy. Her clipped tones and forever perfect posture all had us sighing with envy, but we couldn’t hate Moon Ri for it, she was just that genial and easy to get along with. Sometimes I wondered what went on in her head, whether she even had any problems (did she even get her period? I swear I’d never seen her look uncomfortable with cramps), there seemed to be no fault in her flawless existence.Then there was me. I can’t describe myself too well – but I could say this. I had an extremely sarcastic personality. Extremely meant that my ‘bitch-mode’ was switched on almost 24/7, but my members had come to accept that I almost never meant what I said, and that I said what came to mind without thinking things through. Oh and that’s right, I swore like a sailor. It came unconsciously, I couldn’t really stop it, and I got into trouble for it a lot. Our choreographer’s favourite saying (after “Stop dancing like headless chickens! I want some CO-ORDINATION ladies!”) was “You’re an idol, not a sailor!”His reactions were a personal favourite of mine, but our elocution teacher’s reaction was hands down the best one I had seen in a while. After a particularly trying lesson of tongue twisters, I literally could not take it anymore and let out a mother-load of curse words that would have made a football player blush in shame. Ms Lee’s eyes had widened to a ridiculous degree, and her usually healthy complexion had quickly lost all its colour. She had stood next to the small whiteboard for a second, arm still raised as she had stopped writing on the board – and fainted. I still look back on it as one of my best moments, but for some strange reason, after Ms Lee had regained her consciousness, she had set me five hours of detention for “dirtying my soul” instead of being impressed.Needless to say that didn’t work.Aside from the whole swearing thing though, I like to think that I’m a pretty nice person. Yes, there’s the occasional mean sarcastic remark, but with everything else, I’m pretty chill. Appearance-wise, think wavy brown shoulder length hair, large hazel eyes (thank the holy mother of genetics for big eyes) and tanned skin. Personally, my halfie identity had never been a bother, but some people were shocked when they found out that I was half Korean and half Afghan. It’s a weird combo, but my group has accepted me regardless – which more than I can say for some.Back to the shit storm of hate.There is a need to explain why people didn’t like us.We don’t act ‘like girls’.That means we don’t stick out our arses in tiny skirts or open our legs like a drive through on a busy night. It means we don’t wear eight layers of mascara and bleach our skin regularly (or at all, for me), or eat half a pea for lunch and manicure our nails every week. It means we laugh loudly and without covering our mouths and that we aren’t afraid to speak our mind. It means that we’re too REAL for the entertainment industry.It also means we’re different. Ostracised. Disliked. Excluded.Hated. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Whoop Whoop! Le first chapter complete. Let me know what you think (oh dear lord I hope someone reads this :c )And don't be afraid to criticize.