1.1 | Strings Attached to Your Heart

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01
Lies
p a r t f o u r

JUST AS POSITIVITY, or whatever it supposedly is, flows throughout my body, the bell rings and energy gets sucked right out of me by the ringing cries of the bell, begging us students to get our arses to class.

And since I just had AP Calculus, my next period is my all-time favorite class.

Gym.

Yay me, I mentally said to myself in the most sarcastic tone my consciousness is able to use, I bet if I don't end up smacking myself with an object in the face and die from blood loss, then someone else would do it by accident.

"Oh how I love gym," I growled out loud, "the class known for having athletic students torturing not-so athletic students."

An unfamiliar chuckle travels to my ears followed by a "damn right," I looked around me to locate the owner of the voice, but a sea of students flow throughout the hallway, causing me to be unable to find that person. I sighed and hurried onto gym, making sure to not run but to only walk, because five minutes apparently stands for "enough time for you to walk from one end of the building to the other and not actually run."

Private schools suck.

Hell, schools in generally can burn to crisps.

But you didn't hear that from me, because saying that in public and getting reported for doing so indicates that me, an innocent child, can be a possible suspect for actually burning the school down. At the same, I'm sure Keisha can fit into that character. Then again, you didn't hear anything from me.

I'm just a Korean student who was born in America because my genius of a mum thought that South Korea reminded her of my other birth giver. In other words, my dad, even though he ditched my mum for some other chick.

My mum, on the other hand, successfully graduated from Columbia University after giving birth to me, now owning a successful entertainment company that my "dad" would probably kill to own, since he too, ending up graduating with a major in business. And according to our family tree, my mum is an only child who had me, another only child, so all her inheritance goes to me. But that might not happen because the business is also owned by her partner, Addison Demeter, who also is an only child with a son, who is also an only child.

Then again, her son is boarding overseas, with no specific time to when he would come back to America, if I'm lucky, then the business will be mine. If not, then I'll just have to see.

I drifted into the changing room and changed into my school-approved gym uniform that other students seemed to forgot about and by the time I was in the gym, an unfamiliar woman had just began roll-call, I'm guessing she's the substitute that Coach Halls, our coach, had spoken about last week.

My mind begins to go on auto-pilot as the substitute calls on my fellow classmates.

"Kim Eh-Uhn Ah-Eeee?"

Hmmm, that sounds awfully a lot like the butchering of my name, I hope someone other than me have to say "here."

No response.

The substitute tries again.

"Is Keem Ee-Uhm Ah-Ei here?"

I guess that's me.

With the urge to say no, I grudgingly answered, "Present," all eyes focusing on me as someone bursted out giggling, the voice I had heard earlier, but before I could go on a search for that person, the substitute, out of curiosity, asked me, "How do you pronounce your name?"

Used to this question, I replied in my Korean-American accent, "Kim Oo-n Ai." Substitute nodded her head like she can actually remember my name and went back to roll-call.

I zoned out of the substitute and unconsciously tuned into the male roll-calls.

"Isaac Demeter?"

Demeter. Like Mum's business partner's last name, could it be?

A guy, who I think is Isaac, and his friends giggled before commenting, "Actually it's pronounced Keem Ee-Uhm Ah-Eh."

He's dead.

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A/N
last part of chapter one will be updated either tomorrow or the day after that
i need a schedule planned out
remember to pray for isaac
or dont
karma is just being karma
x Helen