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taylorturtlepowa:

a-random-seoul-in-tokyo:

I absolutely hate going to school. The years can’t come fast enough for me to escape this cess pool of ignorance. I sigh, I wonder if Zelo or Bang ever feel like this? De-jected and re-jected…I sigh again as a pull out my phone and scroll to Never Give Up-Bang n’ Zelo in Music on my phone. I’m…

Omg… i feel you on the first part of the story…ignore what those idiots say! There just jealous…its crazy because i think about wat my kpop idol is doing and what/where i could be, instead of being in this close mined area (especially for a high school student)

Awhh, firstly thank you for reading
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Two, yeahh, being around people five days a week for almost a whole year who are pretty much blatantly racist is quite frustrating at times. But I’m a loner at school so I tend to run into these types of problems rarely now, and I only have two more years to go so yuss, I’ll hang in there and survive X3 you do the same

imPOSSIBLE Chap. 2-Hundred Dollar Hope

I absolutely hate going to school. The years can’t come fast enough for me to escape this cess pool of ignorance. I sigh, I wonder if Zelo or Bang ever feel like this? De-jected and re-jected…I sigh again as a pull out my phone and scroll to Never Give Up-Bang n’ Zelo in Music on my phone. I’m just about to cram my earbuds into my ears when a group of “popular” boys come into view. Sophomores, like me, but already hairier than some of the teachers. I try to avoid them, but I accidentally make eye contact with Tj reigning ghetto class clown, and that’s it. I’m trapped. I try to squeeze by discreetly but Tj bumps me with his hip and I fall into the lockers. With a scowl, I right myself, defeated, aware I have no other choice but to face the coming onslaught of stupidity for now.
“Hey why you never hit me up? Cause I’m not Chinese?” Laughter ensues.
“Ching chong changchang! Aye, aye look,” one of them laughs while pulling his eyelids towards the side of his head. They all burst out laughing again. Maybe it’d be different if this was actually new, even original. But literally, they do this ALL THE TIME, whatever chance they can get. Yesterday it was making fun of my lock screen, the day before that my music, when I accidentally left it playing on my desk when I went to the bathroom. And tomorrow it’ll be what, my style or something? I’m just, so, sick of it. Well I’m done. Whatever, eff them all. I don’t care, I don’t, I tell myself & shove past with my head down and keep walking. Almost there. I almost run the rest of the way to the doors at the end of the hallway, and I push them open with a satisfying /sshick-clang/. I breathe in and look up. Finally. The sun’s shining today, it’s so beautiful out. One of those days where you feel like anything could happen, and no one can bother you. I start walking down the steps smiling, towards the bus stop on campus to the nearest bubble tea shop. I check my phone’s clock. Only five mins of school left so I’m good, not like anyone will miss me anyways. I’m almost at the bus stop when I trip over a section of uneven sidewalk, scraping my hands in the process. Ugh, seriously, wow ok, much failure. I really hope nobody saw that. I start to sit up, when something near my face catches my eye. A piece of crumpled paper. No, wait. Green crumpled paper? I brush my hands off and grab it. Omg, no way. Could it be?! A 100$ bill. Just lying here. In my hands. I frantically search around, thinking the person who dropped it must still be somewhere near, but there’s no one. The side walk and bus stop is oddly deserted except for me.
After looking around once more, I carefully fold the bill and put it in the zipper pocket on my bookbag, pick up my dropped phone and notebook, and continue to the bus stop.
Today just got a lot more interesting.