Kai's Cinderella

Your POV I play with the locket that I had gotten from the last person to tell me that they love me. My mother was all I had when I was growing up and now all I have of her is a locket that I hide under my clothes. It’s pathetic that I have to hide it instead of letting it show because when I have it out of my shirt I feel like my mother is walking with me like I feel right now.
I’ve been shaking the entire walk to school in my new uniform almost like when I was a kid and it’d be before a performance. The only way I’d calm down was when my mother would give me a hug and tell me that I need to have faith in myself. The first time she said that she gave me my locket. So whenever I’m nervous, sad, or angry I hold the necklace and think of what my mother would say in the situation.
(This picture belongs to Xerces of deviantart check out her other pieces of jewelry they are really beautiful) I shake my head trying to stop the thoughts of my mother who has been dead for almost ten years and about dance. They were two things that I loved more than life itself.
I groan and curse my stepmother for making me quit dance to focus on business studies. Stepmother must have done this on purpose to send me a message.
Why would she send me to a school with an amazing dance program and art program when I’m not supposed to have anything to deal with either?
I shake the thoughts again as I enter the school by passing the gates to see how most of the students are huddled in groups talking and giggling together. Something I won’t be able to do with my new schedule even if I wanted to. Friendships are easily broken down it’s the same things with families the only person you can trust is yourself.
As I walk past people, I hear whispering as I pass eyes seem to follow my every move. I sigh as I play with my new navy blazer as I walk up the school steps and ignoring the prying eyes of the student body. I was too busy to notice the next step stubbing my toes and losing my balance I fall forward. Instead of falling down the stone steps, I feel a pair of arms wrapped around my waist keeping me up and giving me back my balance. Everything seemed to stop when I look up to see my savior. He would have scared a normal faint hearted person, but to me he seems like he would be kind but shy person that hides behind a façade.
When my feet are set perfectly on the stairs I smile up at him as if I want to tell him I’m fine.
I balance myself perfectly as I bow to him as I say, “Thank you.”
“You’re not afraid of me?”
I shake my head, as I look him in the eye to see a smile form in them and one try to hide on his lips. Again, I bow to him slightly as I fix my bag strap as I walk around him and up the rest of the stairs.
I try to stop thinking about the small hint of smile on the boy’s face somehow, I feel proud it was me.
I open the school doors, look up, and see a sign pointing to the office so in finding it was a lot easier than I thought it would be.
When I reach the office, I spot an odd mix of 11 boys chatting near the door.
I walk by them and into the office to find that there are no teachers inside. I’m surprised that the office was left unmanned and unlocked since at my old school they would never let a teacher get away with something like this.
I drop the subject as I look around to find a folder with a sticky note on top of it. I shrug my shoulders as I lean over to read the name on the note. As I get a better view and can read the name, I see it is mine. Sighing I pick up the folder and flip it open to see it’s filled with my paperwork. It seems at that moment a teacher decides to walk into the room.
Excuse me but don’t’ be a snoop,” the female teacher says as she takes away the folder.
“But ‘mam that folder has my name and paperwork on it and in it. I am Choi Hwa Young I came here to get all the paperwork.”
“Oh yes sorry you can take this folder and have the teachers filled out the paper on the top on the left side. It should have a sticky note on top of it.”
“Thank you ‘mam.”
The teacher looks and smiles as she hands me the folder back and a map off of her desk I presume.
In leaving the office, I check my schedule and the map to see where I’m going. I bump into someone as I take a step out of the office. as I fall, the person seems to catch me by wrapping an arm around my waist much like the boy did on the stairs. When I look up I see that it is the boy from before.
He seems to be trying to say something to me, but I guess I was in my own little world that I couldn’t’ hear what he was saying to me. As I come back to planet Earth I hear voices behind him.
I pull myself away quickly causing myself to lose my footing. He catches me again, but this time by the wrist.
Again with weird timing and silent like a mouth the teacher from before comes outside the office at that moment to see the boy grab my wrist as I was nearly on the ground with a shocked look on my face. I didn’t really hear much of what she says but I have an idea that it was about him needing to behave and be respectful to his fellow student new student or not.
I don’t’ know what came over me, but I reacted right away, by straightening myself out, and to stand in front of the boy like I’m shielding him, “It’s my fault ‘mam I’m a klutz and he just caught me to make sure that I didn’t fall.”
“Why are you protecting him?”
“I’m only stating the truth ‘mam if I was scared I’d tell you.”
I feel 13 pair of eyes on me like I just told like I told them that aliens are real and they abducted me last night to test on me.
Turning to the boy I smile and take his hand from my wrist, “I’m sorry for causing you trouble for you but thank you for catching me, again.”
A shy smile appeared on his lips but it quickly disappeared, as he shrugged, “It was nothing?”
I smile as I lean forward on my tiptoes reaching the top of his head to pat it like he was was a child, “Good boy for being modest.”
Before anything else can happen I plop my foot straight on the ground and balance myself out without any kind of help from the guy who has saved me from falling already twice today. I fix my shoulder strap for my bad, look into my hand to see that I still have the folder and map in it, I pull out the schedule, as I turn around, and stare at the map as I walk in the direction o what seems to be my first class.
In reaching the classroom, I realize that not many of my classmates are even in the room yet, but still I spot an empty chair in the back corner by the window. I walk over to it and sit down ignoring the looks I’m getting.
For a while, all I hear are people whispering about the new mystery girl who was saved on the school steps by the school’s bad boy and dancer god, Kai, with what reasoning skills I have I figure it’s the person I keep bumping into.
The final bell rings as another group of people walk into the room and I hear hushed tones. I simply roll my eyes as I lean into my seat so I can look out the window.
In hearing my name called, I look up to see the hopeless teacher is looking around the room so to give the poor guy a break I raise my hand. he looks at me and scribbles something onto his attendance sheet. The guy starts talking or more rambling about nothing that has to deal with me as a student so I ignore him.
I start to draw figures dancing across my notebook, but I stop when I feel eyez on me. Looking up I see 12 eyes looking my way so I glare at them then go back to dawring figures and instead of ballerinas like the top part they turn into hip-hop dancers.

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