Rollercoaster of a life time || BTS Fanfic ✔

01: Isn't he supposed to be sweet?

There are a lot of things I cannot stand.

I can't stand the smell of petrol. I can't stand the smell of cigarettes or alcohol. I can't stand the sight of animals dressed in clothing. I can't stand the feel of sand paper. I can't stand feelings. But if there is anything that tops it all, it would be this.

I could not stand moving and having to transfer schools.

But I really didn't have much of a choice as I glanced at my grandmother one last time before leaving out of the front door and beginning my long trek to school.

Like most people my age, I did have a car, but unlike most kids, I couldn't drive. And no, I don't mean it like that, but more that I cannot even get behind the wheel before I begin to have a panic attack, a feeling I hate more than anything else in the world. I wasn't even sure if I could handle being in the passenger's seat.

So unfortunately, ever going in a car again was out of the picture.

Any other mode of transport was okay, just not cars.

I haven't tried to take any other modes of transport either and I doubt I would be trying anytime soon, but then again, who knows?

Placing an earphone in one of my ears, I pressed shuffle on my iPod and let the music make its magic and relax me. If I didn't, by the time I got to school, I would end up being a paranoid and barely conscious mess and I really couldn't afford to have that on my first day.

Humming the tune to Scars to your beautiful by Alessia Cara was how my walk to school started. However, the end took an entire 360 as Mz.Hyde by Halestorm which made me question my choice in music, but then again, my music ranged from English all the way to Japanese and sometimes hovered around other languages as I always tried to give all music a chance.

Glacing at the school building, I silently thanked the lord that I hadn't gotten lost on my way like at the previous school.

To say that the people at the elderly home was confused to have a student bowing and yelling apologies when their hearing aids were quite high up on volume was an understatement.

I still can't ever face false teeth after the amount that was thrown at me that day.

Slowly analysing the building, I found myself walking behind two girls as I walked onto the premises. One of the girls was rather light of complexion and wore her blonde hair cascading in curls down her back and stopping mid-way. As she turned her head to face her friend, I note the breathtakingly blue of her eyes and anybody can tell that she was a foreigner.

The girl beside her was equally as beautiful with her wavy red hair that stopped at her hip and her brown eyes that softened when she looked at her friend.

They both wore their uniform with pullovers and knee high socks and matching sneakers and suddenly, I felt a little out of place with my converse and school jersey and my knotty black hair tied into a messy bun atop my hair while my grey-blue eyes scanned the rest of the school.

Not really watching where I was going, however, I failed to miss how the two in front of me had stopped and turned as they watched me.

This then resulted in me bumping into them which obviously caused the three of us to fall into a heap on the floor and I silently thanked the heavens that my glasses were still on my face because really did not need another incident of looking for it only to have it 'accidentally' stepped on by another person.

The first to stand was the red headed girl who looked quite displeased with what occurred here, her eyebrows furrowed in anger as she held her hand out to her friend who offered a polite smile and a hand out to me once she was standing.