Snippet #1914961

"Song! Did you eat breakfast?"

Song whipped his head around as he heard his mother's yells. "Umma*! I'll just stop at McDonalds or something on the way!" He pursed his lips as he huffed at his hair, it was getting into his eyes. "I'll be late if you cook now." His small, yet strong mother came out from the kitchen with a small brown, paper bag for her son. "Okay, okay, but take this anyway." Song sighed in frustration. He knew his mother was just being a mother, but he'll get beat up for this kind of stuff, especially in high school. Especially this high school... He pushed his glasses up before he took the bag with a sheepish smile. "Komapsumnida*! Umma!" His mother nodded with a big smile before waving him away, hurrying him out of the house now. "Annyeong*!" He waved to her good bye before grabbing his messenger bag and out the door of his super small apartment complex that he calls home.

The small Asian unlocked his car before getting in. He put the key into the ignition and looked at himself in the mirror, checking his appearance. His clothing was pretty much outrageous, but he loved it. His outfit pretty much contained a white tank top with a sleeveless jacket over it. The sleeveless jacket's collar was jean on one side and red fabric on the other, with buttons all on the red part. He wore chain necklaces around his neck and a arm band on his left arm. He also wore his favorite headband around his head and then his glasses were on top of his nose, wearing washed out, bleached jean skinnies, making his skinny legs stand out more. After deeming himself worthy, he started up the car and drove out.

He did, in deed, stop at McDonalds. He went though the drive through, ordering a medium coffee and a biscuit with some butter and syrup. He ate the biscuit on the way to school, but he only sipped the coffee. He was going to need that for school later on during the day. As he pulled up in the student's parking lot, he parked and grabbed his bag before heading out towards the school. He had to be extra careful with his bag, because he kept his laptop in there, though the laptop has survived five bully attacks and being dropped bazillion times, even had coffee spilled three times. It still works till this day. As the sun bombarded Song, his face was scrunched up, trying to see where he was going. He kept glancing around, hoping no bullies got him. His hand that was holding his coffee was shaking slightly. He made it into the school and prayed to the gods. "Aisssh*!" He hadn't been bullied yet, not saying he never gets bullied, he knew it was going to happen later, but he can finally have a morning to himself. The only thing he looked forward during school was his fellow 'nerds' and Mr. Martin's class. Just something about that class makes him feel better, even though some students would disagree. Mr. Martin's knew how to teach, even though his teaching methods are questionable. He sighed before making his way to his fist class of the day. He was sad he didn't have drama till the end of the day, but he still looked forward to it. As walked down the hallway, he got pushed up against walls, tripped over, and almost lost his coffee. Almost. He groaned as he walked into his advanced calculus class, but the smiled as he saw some of his friends, also nerds. He skipped happily as he sat down by Phillip and started to chat. There was still sometime left before the teacher really started to teach.

[*Umma - Mom, Komapsumnida - Thank you, Aisssh - Like omg, or a sigh.]