English Your POV The class ends and it’s time to walk to my next class. When I get up standing in front of me is a guy that reminds me of a girl. Though he does look like he could be related to Kai.
“Hi, I’m Taemin,” he says well sticking his hand out.
I say my name as I walk away from him and out the classroom door.
He follows me, “Well I’m part of the student council here and it’s my job to show you around.”
I turn around to face him showing how annoyed I’m getting, “Sorry Taemin, but I won't be to be shown around by a puppy. I have a map and schedule so let me be.”
I feel bad about how I said that to him but I still hate being followed around or someone just following me. Still the boy follows me to my next class he even has the nerve to sit right beside me. I ignore him until it’s no longer an option to pretend it doesn’t exist in my personal world. When Taemin calls over Kai over to the table making me realize that three people can sit here. He waves in the air drawing more attention to himself. Instead of keeping his seat next to me, he moves over to the end seat making the seat next to me vacant, and Kai comes right over and sits beside me.
In an effort to ignore them, I stare out the window next to me, and make a blind contour of a bird in its nest readying its chicks for fall migration to come. I feel someone tap my shoulder and as I look over I come face to face with a sleepy version of the guy from this morning… Kai my savior.
“What?” my eyes say to him as my teacher, Mrs. Kim, comes into the room.
“Thank you for this morning,” he mumbles and even quieter where I almost couldn’t hear him say, “Your drawing is really good.”
A small smile plays on my lips something that hasn’t happened since I was made to quit dance and art.
The teacher starts speaking English an easy subject for me since my ex-brother-in-law was from America. I smile at the memory when my sister brought him over when they were still in high school. I smile as I lay my head on the table and have my own memories of my happy family flash before my eyes.
I hear the teacher star to yell at me since she noticed me after about 5 minutes and I was almost asleep.
I lift my head and calmly say in perfect English, “Mrs. Kim I already know what you are going to teach my fellow classmates so I do not get the point of listening to a woman who might as well be mumbling the entire hour.”
She groaned well muttering, “Why must all the troublemakers be in my class?” Louder she says, “Well young miss that maybe so but you shouldn’t get special treatment, because you believe you know what there is to know about English.”
A young man that I remember just finished thinking about walks into the room, and it goes silent. His dark brown hair and demanding blue eyes look out at the class. He sees to scan the room before he nods his head.
Mrs. Kim smiles at him but his face stays straight making her scowl at him.
Still she says, “Ok, class say hello to Mr. Eric.”
There is an assortment of greetings, but none of which was beyond Hi or Hello in English. Making me shake my head in disappointment for my fellow students.
“Ok class we are a few months into the school year and you have yet to even try to speak any phrases that are in English,” the man states. He rubs his head in frustration, messing up his hair, he looks at me and a smile forms on his face, “Oh you must be the new student.”
It makes me laugh inside realizing I hadn’t told him that I was transferring schools. Not like it matters I didn't know what school he taught at.
“Yes, it’s nice to meet you Mr. Eric or are they supposed to call you Eric?” I say with precision without stopping to think of what I need to say.
He smiles, “Just Eric is what I ask of my students thank you for asking. Now do you see what I ask of you class.”
I ignore my praise and go back to my drawing trying to remember where I was. Still I sit here in my seat and watch as my hand glides across the page drawing everywhere it’s almost looked like a camera photo. The entire time I’m silent, but I feel a certain person watching me.
Turning my head towards Kai’s direction I catch him watching me and I ask him, “Why do you keep staring at me?”
He turns away and tries to make it seem like he’s been paying attention to Eric and not passing by his time staring at me or passing a note back and forth between him and Taemin.
I look away from them and see that what I was drawing was my mother. Her eyes are staring up at me. I go to draw over it to change what I drew, but I can’t bring myself to do it.
I turn to a clean page and think of something to draw.
I look beside me to see a sleeping Kai and it looks like what I believe is his true self not that personality that he makes people believe in. Without realizing what I was doing I had a picture of Kai with his head on his book with a childlike innocence on his face well he slept.
When class ends, I shut my notebook, and try to forget what I drew just a few seconds ago.
I won’t let that brat steal my heart.

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