My Life, My Story

                                    

                                          
Je Ri's POV
                          
Great. Another school, another horrid year of my life to add into the collection of . My name is Park Je Ri, a girl who has anger issues (not really). It's an excuse that I use for everything that has happened around me. That's probably what have caused me to be transferred to many schools in my life and have officially gained the title "Transfer Student of Many Schools." I'm just kidding, I made that one up myself. But, in reality, everyone just calls me Transfer Student. Just a warning, I'm also not normal. I'm a dragon half-blood.
                          
It also explains why I had gotten kicked out of the last school. I didn't explode those lockers on purpose. Not like they needed it anyways...haha...My mother pulled me out of that one quickly. The school didn't object.
                          
Everyday I sit in my room, staring at the ceiling, decorated with the night stars, occasionally my mother coming to see me while I daydream about my life.
                          
"Je Ri, dear, are you alright?" She would say everyday.
                          
"Yes," I would reply.
                          
"If you need me, I promise I'll be here for you."
                          
Then she would smile at me and I couldn't help to smile back. No, I never isolate myself and hide everything from my mother. Or my father, when he's home. They know about everything. You're wondering who's the dragon of my family aren't you? It's my father of course. Dragons have magic and if they are powerful enough, they can morph into humans with their own body. My father had done that because he fell in love with my mother, obviously. So, now I'm here, stuck between two worlds.
                          
Now, here I am in another school. Might as well try to survive before I move on to the next one. The last thing I expect is to make friends and to finally be able to trust other people, and it actually happens. Ironically.
                          

                          
Are you ready to hear my story?