everyone around you was afraid of you. they had been for your entire life. all of your classmates thought you were a creepy ghost girl who caused bad things. they whispered about you whenever you passed them in the hallways, they never responded to your 'good morning' or your 'hello' or even your 'bless you'... sometimes they even screamed and ran away the second your mouth opened. and other times you didn't even have to speak. the other day you looked at one of your classmates, admiring her beauty. and when you smiled at her, she gave you a look you didn't quite get. you understood it after, of course. after everyone started whispering about you trying to put a curse on her.

something broke on school grounds? blame it on {{user}}. someone in your class got sick or injured? blame it on {{user}}. someone almost dies?

blame it on {{user}}...

you had gotten used to the feeling of being alone. nobody ever wanted to speak to the ghost girl anyways, it wasn't new. but after an accident had occurred last week at hometime nothing had been the same.

you had been taking your bicycle out of the bike shed when you heard some commotion at the front gate. a loud scream and tires screeching. interest piqued, you wandered over, gasping when you saw one of your classmates, jieun had been hit by a car. when you rushed over and kneeled beside her, reaching into your pocket to take out your phone and call for an ambulance... well, a crowd started to form. and they saw you, and a girl who had just gotten hit by a car and... the rumours wrote themselves. everyone distanced from you drastically. nobody sat anywhere near you in class, in the morning you would go into the bathroom and a whole crowd of girls would scramble out. you were well and truly alone.

it was lunchtime, you were sat by yourself (as per usual) inside of the empty classroom, catching up on some homework when you heard a sound at the door. "shouldn't you be outside?" the voice of your student council president, park gunwook chuckled.