Simple Complexity 2
Misao Nakamura (Ignore the hangul in the video please)
Click to view2 Years Ago
Sitting in a classroom filled with kids I never belonged with wasn’t my sort of thing.
I sighed to myself.
I couldn’t understand a thing the teacher was teaching and even though I tried my hardest to pay attention it was like the reasons and answers were just getting farther and farther away.
I laid my pencil back into the safety of it’s home. At least it could live without worries.
I rubbed one of my eyes with the back of my palm. I really didn’t understand and I was getting really tired of it.
A piece of paper landed on my desk. ‘What the--?’
Like instinct I turned to my right expecting someone to acknowledge the note and me but to my dismay everyone was either buried in their books or had their eyes planted on the board.
Hey, it’s not like this paper came out of nowhere…
Taking it in my hand, it was folded small, into a shape of a heart. I really didn’t want to unravel it because I thought it was just too cute but debating with myself caused my fingers to quickly untangle the folded mess.
After School, Library, Philosophy Section.
I blinked at the small handwritten note. ‘No one ever goes to the philosophy section…’ I shivered.
Maybe it was some pedo who wanted to take advantage of me.
I frowned at the note. It wasn’t so cute anymore.
I felt like an idiot. I stood in the very back corner of the philosophy section, scared for my life. I shivered as I heard a rustling of pages nearby.
“Misao?” I turned a bit too quickly for my liking and nearly knocked head first into Krystal, one of my acquaintances in psychology class. We weren’t all that close but we’ve spoken once or twice about kpop.
“Umm…Misao I need to tell some one about this and since you’re the only one I know who likes kpop I guess I can tell you…”
I nodded my head at her. “What is it?”
She scratched the back of her head and faintly smiled. “You know how my last name is Jung…well my sister is Jessica Jung of SNSD and I’m leaving America tomorrow to join her in SM. I got picked to be a trainee.” To me she didn’t sound all that happy.
“That’s great! I’m so happy for you! You’re so lucky to get accepted!” I smiled as her frowned deepened.
“I don’t want to go.” Her frail thin arms solely wrapped their way around my neck. “It’s okay.” I really didn’t know what to do.
After our sad meeting I found myself thinking about the hug. She really did look sad…
“This…is a big building…” I inhaled and licked my lips. Slowly I pushed open the doors expecting lines and lines of flailing detestable fangirls trying to get their way to stardom. Instead I find a bunch of old men that resembled the guys at the sushi bar in China. I rolled my eyes and made my way to a random lady sitting in a desk.
“Are you taking auditions today?”
I can realize my dream now.
I don’t want to be normal.
I want to be famous.