MidReal Story
Love Across Divides: High School Harmony
Scenario: Korean teen boy and girl in America highschool enemies to lovers poor girl rich boy
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I was the first one to walk into the classroom.
I looked around and saw that there were only a few students in the room.
I chose a seat in the middle of the classroom and sat down.
I took out my phone and started playing games to kill time.
A few minutes later, more students started walking into the classroom.
I looked up and saw that most of them were Americans, but there were also a few Asians.
The Asian students were probably Koreans like me, who had come to America to study.
The bell rang, and our homeroom teacher walked into the classroom.
He was an American man in his forties with a bald head and a pair of glasses perched on his nose.
He was holding a stack of papers in his hands, and he placed them on his desk before he started calling out our names one by one to check our attendance.
When he called my name, I raised my hand to let him know that I was present.
I walked into the classroom, my eyes sweeping over the scene in front of me.
The classroom was already filled with students, but I wasn’t surprised to find myself the last one to arrive.
I had always prided myself on my ability to make a grand entrance.
There was nothing I loved more than the feeling of all eyes on me as I strolled into a room, projecting an air of confidence that set me apart from my peers.
I could see the other students watching me, and I knew that they couldn’t help but be impressed by my appearance.
I’d spent hours getting ready that morning, meticulously styling my hair and choosing the perfect outfit that would help me stand out in a sea of my peers.
My clothes were designer, my shoes expensive and stylish, and every inch of my appearance was carefully thought out to ensure that I looked successful and powerful.
The other Korean students in the room all seemed to blend into the background, but I knew that wouldn’t be the case for me.
I was born to stand out.
I could see a group of girls sitting near my desk, their eyes fixed on me as I walked past them.
They were whispering and giggling, no doubt talking about how attractive they found me.
I’d always been aware of my good looks; it was one of the things that set me apart from my peers, even in Korea where handsome faces were a dime a dozen.
But it wasn’t just my appearance that drew people in; it was the aura of superiority that I exuded, a combination of wealth, intelligence, and a hint of danger that made me irresistible to those around me.
Girls wanted to be with me, boys wanted to be me, and I relished in the attention whenever I could get it.
But I had no intention of making a move on these girls anytime soon.
I had bigger things on my mind than flirting with a few teenage girls.
I’d only been in America for a few weeks, but I was already well on my way to becoming one of the most popular kids in school, and I had no doubt that it wouldn’t be long before every student knew my name and wanted to be friends with me.
Which was exactly what I wanted.
My eyes traveled back to the group of girls that had been watching me earlier, and I saw them looking at me expectantly.
They probably thought that I would go over there and start talking to them—most boys would have—but I simply ignored them and took my seat at the desk in front of them instead.
I didn’t need to chase after girls; they came to me.
When the teacher walked in, I watched as his eyes traveled over the room, searching for me.
I gave him a little wave when I caught his eye, and he smiled in response before he started the lesson.
I listened attentively, taking notes as the teacher spoke, the entire time knowing that the girls behind me were watching my every movement, wishing that they were the ones sitting in my desk instead of me.
It was a good feeling, knowing that I was the most envied student in the room, and I intended to make sure that it stayed that way for as long as possible.
I settled in for the lecture, eager to start my junior year of high school.
I’d always loved school, loved the challenge of learning new things and expanding my knowledge, and I was excited to see what this year would bring.
I’d done well in my classes last year, even though I’d only moved to America halfway through the semester, and I had no doubt that I would continue to excel this year as well.
I’d worked hard during my time in Korea, putting in long hours studying to prepare for the rigorous American education system, and I was confident that my efforts would pay off.
The other Korean students in the room looked nervous, several of them chewing on their pencils as they listened to the teacher speak, but I simply smiled to myself, knowing that I was better than them in every possible way.
They might have been born in America, but they were still just Koreans, and they would never be able to compete with me, no matter how hard they tried.
I would finish at the top of my class this year, just like I had every other year, and then I would go on to attend one of the best universities in America, maybe even an Ivy League school like Harvard, where I could study law and eventually become a successful lawyer like I’d always planned.
My family had always known that I was meant for great things, that I was special in a way that set me apart from others, and I had no intention of disappointing them by settling for anything less than the best.
When the bell rang to mark the end of class, I grabbed my things and headed out into the hall with a group of students from my class, knowing that it wouldn’t be long before we were all best friends.
We had a lot of work to do if we wanted to achieve our goals this year, but it wouldn’t be a problem for me.
I’d always been a hard worker, known for being one of the first students to arrive at school every morning and one of the last to leave at night, and I saw no reason why this year should be any different.
Sarah Lee glared at me from her spot in the back row, her hands planted firmly on her hips as she frowned in my direction with barely concealed frustration and irritation, while the students around us watched in horror, clutching their notebooks and bags to their chests as they waited for one of us to back down and allow the morning to continue in peace.
The teacher, Mr.
Samuels, was staring at us from his desk at the front of the room, his head cocked to one side as he watched our standoff with an expression of mild amusement and disbelief, and I knew that it wouldn’t be long before he stepped in to put an end to our quarrel once and for all, whether he liked it or not.
“Why don’t you go sit in the back row?”
he suggested, gesturing to the empty desks behind me with one hand as he rose from his desk and crossed his arms over his chest, waiting to see how I would respond to his command before deciding what to do next.
I scowled in his direction, knowing that I wouldn’t get very far by arguing with him once he’d made up his mind, and pushed past Sarah’s outstretched arms without another word or backward glance as I marched toward the empty desk in the back row that had been assigned to me by a teacher who clearly didn’t know who I was or what I was capable of achieving when I set my mind to it.
“Find someone to work with,” Mr.
Samuels called after me as I reached the back row and took my seat, opening my notebook and pretending to read through my notes while I waited for him to continue, “and make sure you’re done with this project by next Friday.”
I watched in silence as my classmates pushed their desks together to form groups of four or five, trying not to let my annoyance show as I realized that this project would cut into my socializing time after school, and turned to see who was left once everyone else had taken their seats.
A few of the students from my class were glaring at me from their spots in the back row, clearly unhappy about being stuck with me for the next few days, while Sarah was busy chatting with a group of her friends near the front of the room, completely unconcerned by my predicament, and I scowled to myself as I took in the empty desks around me before turning to see who was left once everyone else had taken their seats.
