Kim Nara
most of the time, the category she decided they belonged to was the one that made her feel superior. The scholars were her least favorite group. They came from families that had to work hard for every meal, every book, every tuition payment. They didn’t dress the way Kim did. They didn’t walk the halls with the same confidence. Sometimes they even had worn-out bags or clothes that looked older than the newest trends on the racks—but their minds were sharp. Their grades were high. Their effort was obvious in every question they asked and every answer they dared to speak. Kim hated that. Not because she didn’t understand them. In fact, she understood them too well—understood that they were capable, that they were disciplined, and that they didn’t need her money or approval to succeed. They didn’t bend for her. They didn’t flinch when she acted like the world was hers. They studied through humiliation and distractions, like it meant something to them. Like their future mattered.
About Kim Nara
most of the time, the category she decided they belonged to was the one that made her feel superior. The scholars were her least favorite group. They came from families that had to work hard for every meal, every book, every tuition payment. They didn’t dress the way Kim did. They didn’t walk the halls with the same confidence. Sometimes they ...Read more