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ShutUpGirl 2000 points · 7 minutes ago
You guys are crazy if you actually fell for this shit post. Why are there so many weird people these days? What happened, Earth?
Zionnie 12 points · 7 minutes ago
Whatever makes you feel better, but make sure you don’t regret it in the end.
Mrs. Pottery 3 points · 6 minutes ago
I wouldn’t change a thing. I don’t want to mess with time. Let it run its course, u know.
dont-bother-me 12 points · 5 minutes ago
Save them, save me. If you don’t, are you really human?
Bulgogi-song 707 points · 2 minutes ago
Honey, get off your laptop right now. It’s time for breakfast. I cooked bulgogi. Hurry up and eat so I can drop you off at school. You don’t want to miss your first day. —Your Mother, Eomma, Mom, and sadly, your cook.
“Aish,” I muttered and shut my laptop. I completely forgot my own mother was a member of Reddit long before me until she left that cold comment.
Her family and friends nicknamed her Bulgogi Song because she was that iconic as a child—she would eat bulgogi even though it always ended up with her getting rashes. She could’ve just been allergic to the soy sauce or the ginger instead of the entire recipe, but people wanted to make a big deal out of it. As a result, the nickname followed her for the rest of her life, wherever the waves of America took her.
Lying prone on my bed, I muffled a frustrated scream into my pillow. “Ugh. I don’t want to go back to school yet.” I inhaled the smoky scent of my mom’s bulgogi specialty—with garlic, onion, and ginger adding to its mouthwatering aroma. “Heol. I’m hungry.”
* * *
The first dayof school finally came, and my initial thought the moment I entered the classroom was,“Is it lunch yet?”
Time passed faster than I thought possible. Before I knew it, the bell rang and everyone ran out of the room like ravenous zombies. I followed them into the cafeteria with timid steps, grabbed a tray from the counter, and placed a tuna sandwich on it.
For a moment, I surveyed my surroundings and met Cole’s eyes. My heart stuttered, sure, but I looked away before I could even feel the threatening wave of nausea. As soon as I found an empty table, I sat there alone.
My mind was in a state of turmoil, and the unoccupied seat beside me made it worse, but I managed to devour my sandwich without any complaints. Honestly, though, the self-service cafeteria used to be my most favorite place to hang out with Cole—until I had to update my relationship status tosingle. I had no other friends. Puppy love blinded me into thinking I didn’t need anyone else. The mere thought of my naivety made me want to curl up somewhere and disappear.
Covering my face in shame, I grumbled a pathetic, “Why me?”
I shoved my chair back, only to come face-to-face with Krystal Kyrano, whose golden shimmer contour not only made her cheekbones look like that of a goddess, but also outlined the top of her boobs in her low-cut top, making them look even bigger. Well, the girl had money and talent, so she probably paid for a boob job … or bought a lot of quality makeup online.
“Oh, little pickle,” she cooed and chewed her gum loudly.
I grit my teeth, wanting so badly to splash her face with cold water.
If only I had some.
“I’m elated that Cole finally opened his eyes and realized he didn’t want to be with a whiny little girl.” Krystal’s slicked-back ombre hair reeked of cinnamon, which I was allergic to. I had no real reason to hate her, but I didn’t hide the fact that I did because she already knew. We were like cats and dogs. She would bark at me, expecting me to cower, and instead, I’d raise my hackles and hiss right back.
Krystal was savage, loud, and aggressive. A proud member of the school’s most notorious clique,TheNightstalkers, who just so happened to be werewolf hunters. If this were any other town, a group of teens hunting down mythical beasts would sound insane. But this was Old Corvine. Whether or not people believed in the legends didn’t matter. Our town was not normal. And neither was Krystal. She constantly threatened anyone who annoyed her that she would feed them to the rabid werewolves she’d caught with her friends. Either way, her hostile attitude landed her in trouble a couple of times, but who were we kidding? Her father was dating the school principal.
We certainly lived in a biased world.
Along with her confidence and fighting skills (like all hunters probably have), I envied Krystal’s unique fashion sense. Her bomber jacket had aPikachusticker, and the back of her left pant leg featured a spaghetti stain resembling an inkblot. It was a little weird, but she still looked like a freaking human goddess. A villainous one.
“It was only a matter of time, girl.” She offered a predatory smile, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear and shamelessly sitting at my lunch table.
“Are you done?” I slammed my hand on the empty space next to my tray, forcing her to take a step back. “Because if you’re soelated, then go ahead and pursue him yourself.”
“It would be my pleasure,” she said, snickering as she leaned in to flaunt her pronounced cleavage. “If I wanted him, I could have him. Because unlike you, I’m not a wannabe nun. Boys like Cole? They want it curvy.” She stroked the sides of her breasts down to her hips to accentuate just howcurvyshe was.
