Kibum's POV: Point Of View

Note: POV means Point of View.

Kibum’s POV
The alarm clock began blaring loudly which signals the start of a brand new day. I groaned lazily and walked towards the bathroom and start stripping off my clothes and settling myself down for a warm shower. I particularly enjoy bathing as I get to organise my thoughts and start dreaming of the life I want. It’s not that much actually, I dreamed of being able to get my own apartment, eat three meals a day and get a trendier phone. However, I myself know that I have to work extra hard to lead such a life. I am poor. Currently renting a one room flat which I have not paid for the past three months and I’m still glad that my landlord has not chased me out of his flat. I’m currently using a cell phone
Look at them, especially the females. They are so ordinary. I think I’m even prettier than them. And their outfits! None of them looks appealing. Gosh their hairstyles as well! Did they not use hair products like wax or hair sprays on their hair? Are they that poor or lazy? Why is the school’s building so old? When was the last time the school undergone a renovation? Why is it is so cramped...

“Hello. Nice to meet you.” A lady in a pink dress interrupts my thoughts. She began walking towards me with a warm smile etched on her face. I immediately start to judge her, as usual. She looks freaking ugly. Oh gosh. Her makeup… It is so poorly done. And her lips, who applies that so-red lipstick nowadays? What kind of dress is she wearing? I bet it costs like what... 10 dollars? Oh my. She should go to some makeup class tutorials. Ugh. Disgusting, really disgusting.

“Who the hell are you? What do you want?” I asked in a purely disgusted tone. My eyes were narrowed and I began pursing my lips.

“Oh... Sorry for my late introduction. I’m the Principal of the school. My name is Madam…” The lady reaches out her hand offering a handshake when introducing but I cut her sentence
But, it’s necessary and I would also say… compulsory. Now don’t argue any further and pack your clothes and have enough rest. Your flight would be at 10am tomorrow. Now go!”

And that’s how I got transferred into this school. I walked along the endless aisles of the school and I’m very sure that I have sworn over a hundredth time. The school is so terribly bad. After countless shifts and turns, I arrived to my classroom, classroom G107. WHY ISN’T ANYONE HERE YET? AND WHAT DO I DO NOW? GOSH. I’M A TRANSFER STUDENT AND HOW CAN I BE THE FIRST STUDENT TO ARRIVE? THIS SCHOOL SUCKS, LITERALLY.

Kibum’s POV
Gosh, this Jonghyun guy. He seems cold and judges people a lot. I can’t help but feel disgusted towards the guy who was born with a silver spoon in his mouth. The crowd then starts chattering. Who the hell does he think he is? Too bad he has the looks and wealth, but his personality sucks. Luckily I’m not in the same class with him! Good luck to the class with this new transfer student. I don’t think he can even survive a week in this new environment!

I wonder, would our classmates get along well with him. Hopefully, yes, but anything odd can happen from today