DEBORAH’S POV

　　DUNCAN UNIVERSITY

　　It was private school famous for having foreign students. Private, as usual, water was expensive, foods were expensive, contribution was expensive, everything was just expensive. Expensive; expensive tuition as if they were going to send you the wifi and air-con.

　　It was my first day of school. Honestly, I would not be able to enter this University if it were not for my scholarship. Initially, my family were not rich. Our parents were already supporting us five, and it was a risk if another of my younger siblings could still study.

　　The good news, if you would not ask me, I won an Academic Quiz Bee last year which was unexpected. Specifically, I won first place, and the prize was twenty-thousand pesos per semester throughout the four-year course! It was a jackpot for me.

　　Wearing a white blouse paired with a maroon tie and a maroon skirt just a little above my knees, I quietly made my way to the school gate when I got off the tricycle.

　　“Tap your IDs first,” said the guard.

　　Another fun thing was the technology here in school. Before you could enter the main gate, you first needed to tap your ID on a small scanner attached to the wall, and then your face will appear on the monitor, a sign that you are logged in. The same thing would be done before you leave school to log out.

　　A few steps later and I reached a long hallway. It was beautiful. Almost every building I could see was elevated with five floors at least. The loud noise from the large gymnasium was also audible, and the beauty of Terraza was also evident from where I stood. It was nice, unless otherwise the people here were probably corrupt. With the expensive tuition paid here, the school should be good too!

　　As I walked down the hallway, the noise became more deafening. There were a lot of students. There were elementary students running around as they towed their wheeled bags, there were juniors, seniors, and of course, colleges that almost blushed their cheeks because of their make-up.

　　Me? I just smeared a little red tint on my lips so that I would not look like a clown just like the girl who was passing in front of me.

　　Out of amazement at what I saw, I no longer noticed what I was going through.

　　“Hey, I’m sorry.” I immediately apologized when I bumped into a male student on my way.

　　If you would think that this would be the beginning of my love story, well it was a big nonsense! He didn’t even bother himself to look at me and walked straight again. I snorted out of the sudden disappointment.

　　“Tsk! There are women and men that would stare at such a scene, but it will be only on TV dramas,” I whispered and inched forth. “But in real life, there will—oh!”

　　“Aish jinjja!” My goodness!

　　It was like a take two, but with different male character. He was like lightning. He immediately grabbed me by the arm causing me not to fall after I bumped with him and eventually lost my balance.

　　When I raised my head, I saw his angelic face, sharp nose, fair-skin, bangs, and he was really tall. First foreigner I saw here up close.

　　“Korean?” I uttered, stuttering.

　　“Ne,” Yes, he answered without any emotion on his face. He took a deep breath before he gently released my arm. When he did, he said, “Do not face the floor, and look where you’re going, midget.”

　　I immediately fixed myself, then I stared at him. My brows knitted as I thought I heard something unpleasant from his mouth.

　　According to English thesaurus, midget is synonymous to Lilliputian, baby, diminutive, knee-high, miniature, minikin, pocket, teensy, teeny, tiny, short, small...

　　“What? What—hey! What midget are you saying, huh?” I snarled at him then raised an eyebrow. But he just smiled.

　　“Midget,” he repeated then slightly bent over to look at me closely. He added, “Small. Short. Baby. Ah, no. Scratch that. Let’s say, minion. Got it?”

　　Wearing his crazy smile that caused my eyes to squint, I gasped because I felt annoyed.

　　“Midget? Still there?” he said then he waved his right hand near my face. That was when I noticed that he had a dragon tattoo on both his arms.

　　“Seriously? Can’t you see me? And one more thing, don’t dare call me midget again!” I complained in a shrilling voice.

　　“A majja,” Oh, that’s right, he said as he adjusted his stance. “I can clearly see how little you are, so work with your height first, okay?” With both hands on his pocket, he began to walk away.

　　“You’re crazy!” I shouted at him.

　　“Ah, hold it.” He stopped from walking. Just as he turned to me again, he said, “Are you lost, little girl? You are in the college department and elementary students are not allowed here.”