Meet Thy Neighbor!

Buzz buzz buzz

That’s all I can hear around me. 

A yellow bus full of kids with their excitement level soaring high.

The usual scene; its rather normal. 

But what wasn't normal was the glow in their eyes. It was scarily bright and shining. As if they are ready to attack.

The minute this bus will stop these hungry teenagers will surround their parents. They will blackmail them for money, blow up their friend’s phone, grab the key and attack the mall like starved hyenas for a last piece of meat.

And there will be nobody to stop them from doing so… 

You ask why?

 

Because it’s SPRING BREAK!!!

 

Whooppieee!! (note my sarcasm)

My head already aching from all the bullcrap I've heard throughout the day. But as the school already ended, the wave of enthusiasm was just about to kill me.

 

“Dude, we are so hitting the ramp today! We should call Sean to go with us too!”

 

“EhmaGawwwdddd, I can’t believe my manicure is getting all chipped. They look ugly! Who want’s to go with me to get mani-pedi done?”

 

Ughh, all these sound around me is really making me sick! God, help me, I don’t want to puke before I reach home!

 

Ughh, I hate people!

 

I did the only thing that gives me peace, I pulled out my iphone and put on my headphones to block all these giddiness around me.

 

Bus driver glared at me throw the rear view mirror and pointed at the “No Cellphone Usage” sign on the bus.

 

Well, she can suck it!

 

 

Latching on to my mobile internet, I straight logged in my Tumblr page. This is one of two places where I can be me and no one judges me. This is where all of use People Haters joins and hate people.

 

People can call me nerds for all I care but virtual people are so much nicer than the real ones with a blabbering mouth!

 

Time flies when you scroll down the dashboard, looking at hilarious stuff people posted who hates outside just as much I do. Ahh…peace!

 

My mood virtually improved as I got down from the bus. I heard bus driver, Ms. Pat said something. Ehh… I don’t bother to know.

 

As I reached home, I straight went upstairs to the little room that I call my world.

Girls my age have pink rooms with different American/British boys’ face plastered all over the wall.

But mine? Mine has a lonely world map with different colors of push pins pinned all over the world. No, I am not doing voodoo on people from different places, I just pinned those places I really wanted to go.

They were color coded and graded. Red are 5 or the most wanted. ThenOrangefor 4, green for 3, blue for 2s and quite a few whites for 1. There is only one with a black pin. And that’s pinned straight on the place I live in.

 

I want to get the hell out of here!

 

I don’t think that going to a new place would help me like people better, but it’s just that going to a new place might help me find a few people like me who are likable!

 

“Tiffany, Come down!” My mom called me from downstairs.

 

I went down stairs to see what the commotion was about. But I was quite startled to see my mom all dressed up.

 

“Mom, are we going somewhere? Why do you have a bento box on your hand?” I asked with caution.

 

My mother is the complete opposite of me. She is the social butterfly!

She has bunch of friend that are like sisters to her. So I get to meet numerous of Aunts and their husbands, whom I call uncles through out the year. Not to mention my not-so-cousin Cousins! But as a very good-looking and friendly Asian woman, she was well loved.

 

Oh joy!

Oh yeah, I forgot to tell you!

 

As the society around me is full with Caucasians, I am stereotyped as an Asian. No one bothers to specify me about what part ofAsiaI am from, they just go with Asian. And some more airhead has even the courage to call me Chinese!

 

Oh for good’s sake, ask me once, what am I!!

 

I am Korean. No, let me rephrase that, Korean-American. No I don’t eat dogs, if you are going to ask! And NO! My eyes are not chinky nor do we have frogs in our fridge!

 

I am as much as an average teen as any other!

 

But still I am pointed out as a stereotyped Chinese and that is one more reason for me to hate people.

 

“Oh, I made this bento box for our new neighbors. Let’s go and introduce our selves!” I might deny my roots but my mother takes pride in it. She cooks all these Korean dishes and gains praise for her extraordinary cooking.

 

Blehh…

 

“But mommm, why do I have go?” I whined. I can think at least a couple better things to do than go to that stupid house to see some people.

 

“Because they have a son your age, I think he will start school after the spring break!”

 

Ohh no! No noooooo noooooooo! This is bad! I do not want to be introduced with some boy who might go to my school to add one more to the already entire population of the school who bullies me! I would rather stay here and hide 7 more days of the spring break.

 

“Stephanie Hwang! Don’t make me put a password on our wifi! I will not tolerate your anti-social behavior any more” My mother threatened me with the one think I am scared to loose.

 

Guess I am going with her.

 

Damned to be me.