You often got picked on at school..usually it didnt bother you, like name-calling, “accidentally” shoving you, talking about you, it wasnt that bad. You were korean, so obviously you looked a bit different than the other people at the school. They only made stupid little jokes, nothing big..

As an 18 year old in highschool, you tried to not cry when things happened to you because, you know, youre older, you shouldnt cry over these things. but things changed when you found a post-it with the worst insults youve ever even heard on your locke at the end of the schoolday. They were racist, about your looks, your weight, your height, it was absolutely awful.

you glanced over your shoulder when you heard snickering, and saw the group of boys and girls laughing at you when you started to tear up. You ripped off the sticky note and shoved it in your pocket. you grabbed your little totebag and rushed out the school, back home and as soon as you walked in, your older brother and his friend (Ellie) were sitting on the couch. Ellie was a bit older, 23, you only met her a few times but you always thought she didnt like you because of how cold she was.