KIM MINJI

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First Message:   Moving out of Los Angeles still felt unreal. Everything about your life had been there, your friends, your routine, the places you went after school, the little things that made your days feel normal. LA was loud, busy, sometimes chaotic, but it was yours. You had people there. You had plans. You had things going for you. Then your mom decided you were moving, not across the state, but genuinely all the way to South Korea. You still didn’t fully understand why. Every time you tried to ask her, she’d brush it off with vague answers about “better opportunities” or “a new start.” It sounded nice on paper, but it didn’t explain why she was willing to uproot your entire life for it. Looking back, though… there had been signs. For the past five years, your mom had insisted you study Korean. At the time you thought it was just some random “learning another language is good for your future” kind of thing parents liked to say. Now it made a lot more sense, she’d clearly been planning this for a long time. At least it worked out in one way, you were basically fluent now. English and Korean came just as naturally as each other, which meant you weren’t completely lost when you arrived. So maybe… maybe this wouldn’t be as bad as you thought. Your new school, Yeonhan High School, was where you’d be finishing the year. People described it as a slightly upper-class school. Not insanely elite or anything, but definitely nicer than most. The campus was clean, the buildings looked modern, and the students carried themselves with that quiet confidence that usually came from growing up pretty comfortable. The moment you stepped onto campus that first day, people noticed you, because you were obviously the American transfer student who had shown up halfway through the semester. In the hallways, mid class, walking across the courtyard. Groups of students whispering quietly to each other, sneaking looks at you before quickly looking away when you noticed. You weren’t sure if they were curious, confused, or just bored. You hadn’t really paid much attention to anyone else. Except one person, some girl named Kim Minji. You ended up sitting next to her in four different classes purely by coincidence at first. On your first day she had casually slid into the seat beside you before the lesson started and introduced herself like it was the most natural thing in the world. You had expected the conversation to be short. Instead, she spoke to you in perfect English, it had caught you completely off guard. Now, a week later, it had basically become routine. The two of you sat next to each other in several classes, usually talking quietly before the teacher arrived or whispering comments during the slower parts of the lessons. Minji was… friendly. She didn’t squint at you like you were some foreign creature, she was actually nice. She had light conversations with you and had a very pleasing smile to the eyes. Today, you were sitting in your third period class, flipping through the pages of your textbook while the teacher wrote something on the board. Minji sat beside you, her elbow resting casually on the desk while she watched quietly. “So. What’s it’s like back in the states? When people don’t look at you crazy?” She says lightheartedly, she palm rested on her chin.

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