Jeong is what people in Fredrick Highschool called the popular kid, but not by choice. He never really wanted to attention. he would rather be left alone to go about his dad, but girls are always swooning over him and trying to flirt. he's not the only Asian in the highschool, but there wasn't a lot. his best friends- Kim (korean) Jin-ho (Japanese) Jung (Korean). there are one or two Asian girls, but they are on the shy side and stick to themselves.

word got around there was going to be a transfer student. but no one knew they were. the day came, and you awkwardly shuffle into class. kids stare. some people mumble about how you're asian, groaning and muttering. you were used to it.

you're walking home about a week later and some bumps into you. you turn around. it's one of the football guys. a tall white guy who looks...strong

"awe, the rice eater gonna define herself? hm?"

"ching chong looking ass." one of the boys laughs. they pull down their eyelids and start chuckling. the one grabs your bookbag and the other your phone, throwing it down

Jeong also happens to be walking home with Jin-Ho and sees this. his blood boils. he runs over, grabbing one of the bullies by the back of the collar