chapter one (1/1)

CHAPTER ONEi never particulary liked mondays. firstly because i have to deal with math and mis horror (no that is not her name, just the word that perfectly describes her personality) park who is always accompanied by a dead young girl (apparently her daughter) - and trust me when i tell you that she perfectly resembles her mother, meaning she is nothing but an evil bully. and of course - since no one else can see her - she always picks at me. "oppa take me on a date, oppa do that, oppa do this, oppa tell my mother to cut her hair she really looks ridiculous with that fru fru." and so on and so on. she annoys the hell out of me and i can do nothing about it. completely nothing.if you think that is all i hate about mondays you're definitely wrong. i also really dislike the fact that i'll have to survive five days of fucking torture, before i'll be able to get some rest. or with other words, before i'll be able to lock myself in my room and ignore the world (expecially ghosts) outside. "good morning luzer, how are we today?" my brother teased when i finally collected enough courage to step out of my ghost-secured room.i sent him a death glare. son of a bitch was sometimes even more irritating than the ghosts."i'll take that as a 'very good thank you'" he replied with annoyingly cheerful voice as he returned into his room and - how typicall of him - slaped the door in my face.yes i also have a very messed up family (what a surprise uh?). my mom is an artist and a whore (not literally, but i still call her that - after all she has five children, every one with another man). she has always treated us as a strangers who coincidentally lived in same house as she. there was no love, no caring, no... well you get the point.  i guess that is the main reason we are so different.when i finally reached the kitchen - and believe me it wasn't easy, our house is a fucking mess and it's a god damn miracle to even get somewhere without killing yourself - i realised we had absolutely nothing to eat. what a perfect start of monday morning.of course it got even worse once i walked out of the house. why? well there were ghosts. a lot of them, so i did the only think that keept me safe from their wrath;  i bend my head and pretended they didn't exist.as i said before, the first class i had on monday morning was math. i sat down on my usuall spot next to luhan - my idiotic best friend, and when i say idiotic i mean annoying, stupid and rude, i seriously don't know why i'm even friends with the guy - who gave me his all-knowing smirk."you met any ghosts on your way here?" he asked innocently. yes i had the moment of weakness and told him about my ghosts problem. i can tell you that was the biggest mistake of my life."go to hell." i groaned, already completely annoyed by his presence. torturing me was probably his favorite hobbie, but of course no one would believe me how sadistic he really was. not with this baby face of his and a flower boy reputation he had."i'm already living in it." he simply replied.i knew exatcly what he meant. this school was hell for people like us, for people who was on schoolarship and didn't have very rich and successful parents. there were only ten of us, and obviously we were all geniuses with a very high iq. if we weren't we wouldn't be accepted in the first place. the rich hated us - i have no idea why though - and were always trying to turn our lives into living hell.expecially the very particular group of a very particular boys. they were all hot, rich, smart and - of course - evil maniacs. i hated their guts.after the really tiresome hour of math i made a quick stop at my locker. metal door were once again decorated with a big sign, telling everyone that i was a freak. i sighed."it was the sehun guy oppa." suddenly said overly cute voice, coming from somewhere on my left. i gasped in shock and hastily turned my head towards the person who spoke. it was ashiya park, the dead daughter of my math teacher."i can't talk right now." i whispered angrily, while keeping my look fixed on the metal door. park girl had always had an awfuly bad timing."or course." she nodded mockingly. "you can't let people think you're talking to yourself. they'll start to believe you are crazy." her mouth slowly formed into - from my point of view - very unpleasant smile. and then she disappeared into thin air, what was something she did quite often - probally just to annoy me."talking to ghosts?" i gasped in shock - once again, i obviously tend to do that a lot - and turned around to see who adressed me this time. it was another unpleasant - how unusuall (sarcasm if you didn't get it by yourself) - surprise. "i didn't talk to anyone." i said as calmly as i could. "really? how strange, and i thought i heard you say something like 'i can't talk right now' to someone on your left." "i just said that to mayself." i replied, desperately trying to get out of a terably uncomfortable situation i put myself into by talking to that park brat."didn't you said you hadn't talked to anyone?" he asked mockingly.i sighed. it was definitely true i was one of the smartest people in school, but that still didn't mean i was good at arguing - or socializing for that matter. i actually sucked at it. i could think very fast when it came to math and physic, but when it came to talking with people i just..."thought so." he said softly, before turning and walking away. i must say that really surprised me, i kind of expected he was going to hit me or something like that.after all he was kim jongin, the member of a group that consisted of popular, rich and smart evil maniacs. you know, the one that had been always trying to turn my life into living hell.