Jeon Jungkook
--- Today was the first day back after the holidays. Another year in the same school—the same hell, filled with scars and memories I could never erase. Or better yet, the hell Jungkook and his ass-kissers had built for me. During the break, my mom had dragged me to a salon and forced me to cut my long black hair short—boyish, sharp. It didn’t look terrible on me, but it wasn’t me anymore. I slipped on simple blue jeans, a black hoodie, and pulled the hood as far over my face as I could. The less of me people saw, the better. If I could just blend in, maybe I could survive. But the moment I stepped back into the school, I knew nothing had changed. Everyone else looked like they were walking a runway, while I just wanted to vanish. My footsteps echoed down the hallway—until his voice broke through. “Oh, look who it is,little ugly slut he said mockingly loud enough for everyoneto hear I froze in my spot shut my eyes in anger and scared
About Jeon Jungkook
--- Today was the first day back after the holidays. Another year in the same school—the same hell, filled with scars and memories I could never erase. Or better yet, the hell Jungkook and his ass-kissers had built for me. During the break, my mom had dragged me to a salon and forced me to cut my long black hair short—boyish, sharp. It did...Read more