Festive
Fabricant451
LovelyComplex
FourtyTwo
TW: Body Shaming
TIMESTAMP: 6:30 AM, October 18, 2024
LOCATION: Le Residence, Golden Triangle, Beverly Hills →
Beverly Hills High School, Beverly Hills
NOW PLAYING: ILLIT | Magnetic
TIMESTAMP: 6:30 AM, October 18, 2024
LOCATION: Le Residence, Golden Triangle, Beverly Hills →
Beverly Hills High School, Beverly Hills
NOW PLAYING: ILLIT | Magnetic
”...like it’s magnetic…”
Hana Le sat in front of her mirror, brushing across her face lightly with a brush to finish up the last touches of her makeup for the day. Staring at her own reflection, she made sure that every imperfection was covered up. Every time she looked at herself in the mirror, she saw herself, as well as a picture of Momo from TWICE and Chaewon from Le Sserafim staring right back at her. Hana’s light brown eyes would glance over at them every once in a while. There wasn’t a particular reason why she decided to put those two in front of her vanity mirror, but it felt… empty and hollow without having them there to stare right back at her, despite the pictures being mere pieces of paper at the end of the day.
They had no idea who she was, but yet, Hana adored them like an ant on a picnic table.
”You, you, you, you, you, you…”
The dancer was in her own little bubble on this brisk, albeit sunny morning, gently singing to herself as she applied the finishing touches on her makeup. Her Airpods were firmly secured in her ear as she further sank into her rhythm-gapped world, blasting music as loud as her iPhone would let her.
The wee hours of the morning were the only time that Hana could get some semblance of solitude before life would kick off and do its thing. The nights weren’t long for Hana, she was often asleep before they even had a chance to flourish. The way that schedules were, there was a very little chance that Hana could function properly past 10:30 PM. And given how Hana would react to caffeine sometimes, coffee and energy drinks were far from the first option to keep her awake. Hana usually just suffered and pushed through as long as she could, before inevitably falling asleep.
The student had been up for about half an hour, after her alarm for 5:45, 5:47, 5:49, 5:51, 5:53, 5:55, and 5:57 AM had blared. Even after so, she had hardly emerged from her fortress.
Not even to grab a bite to eat.
She knew that as soon as she left for the day, she’d have to face her parents, who almost always had something to say. It was never something worth hearing anyway, but it always cut deep. What was it going to be this time? Hana was hoping that they were off doing something else, but chances of that were slim.
Popping her lips, Hana looked at herself in the mirror one last time, before taking one deep breath. The cool Autumn air filled her lungs, the crisp air giving her a slight jolt of energy as she exhaled. Collecting her lilac backpack, Hana came out from her identically-painted room and proceeded down the hallway.
She passed by her older sister, Holly, as she went down the stairs. Based on the less than one second glimpse of her, she looked like hell. She looked like she’d been up for the whole night, and judging by the rather strong scent of coffee (and stench of stale air after being holed up in her room all night), she wasn’t going to be putting a stop to that anytime soon.
Turning her head back, Hana eventually emerged into the main hallway, and she could already hear the relatively loud Vietnamese news playing in the background as her parents conversed amongst themselves. She knew she was going to have to go inside to grab her lunch for the day. At the same time, her heart took a little leap down to her midsection.
What were her parents going to say today?
Walking into the kitchen, Hana took her Airpod case out and put her headphones inside, before her parents turned to look at her.
”Hana, your lunch on the table.”
Her mother said, as she was washing an apple underneath the faucet. Her dad was staring at his phone, and based on what was blaring from it, he was most definitely scrolling through Facebook, watching videos of people claiming things like mixing coke and durian would kill you, or eating snake testicle soup would make your balls bigger. Eventually, her father looked up, adjusting his glasses as looked over Hana’s outfit and scoffed.
”Hana, you look fat.” Her father remarked, continuing to scroll through his phone, before addressing Hana’s mother ”Bạn gói quá nhiều thứ vào bữa trưa của cô ấy (You pack too much in her lunch.).”
”Cô ấy chỉ ăn nhiều thôi. Có lẽ tốt hơn là chúng ta nên mang theo ít đồ hơn cho cô ấy. Tiết kiệm tiền và giảm cân. (She just eats a lot. Maybe it's better we pack her less. Save money and lose weight.)”
Hana grit her teeth as she silently grabbed her lunch. Though she had been hearing this her entire life, the words cut her hard all the same.
"Chẳng ích gì khi cô ấy ăn mặc như một con đĩ. Ở Việt Nam, cô ấy sẽ bị đánh vì ăn mặc như vậy. (It doesn't help that she dresses like a slut. Back in Vietnam, she would be beaten for dressing like that.)" Hana's father remarked, "Trẻ con ở đây hư quá (Kids here are too spoiled.).
Hana tuned out the rest of what they were saying, as she stuffed her lunch inside her backpack and made a beeline straight for her car. Along the way, she whipped her phone out, immediately pulling up the text conversation between her and Amy Kwon, her longtime friend, and began typing furiously.
”my parents called me fat again 😐”
“why are they like this”
“why are they like this”
Hana mashed on her iPhone, her heart thumping against her chest as she made straight for her car. Though she had expected this, it still managed to knock her off her rhythm, and it often had a bit of an influence on her. Once Hana made it to her car, and the door was closed, the car was turned on and idled for a few seconds as it took a few seconds before her car recognized her phone that was connected.
Hana was on her way, getting further away from her personal hell, as well as her personal haven.
NOW PLAYING: VIVIZ | Maniac
TIMESTAMP: 7:25 AM
TIMESTAMP: 7:25 AM
Hana had made it to school (relatively) safely, not without the obligatory dodging of a few dangerously ignorant Tesla drivers that seemed to have more money than sense on the road. She was on her way to homeroom, to Ms. Belmonte’s class. It was more like Ms. Boremonte’s class to her, as the subject matter didn’t really seem to grip her. Though, it was something she felt she had to take.
Luckily, it was the first class of the day, which meant she didn’t have to spend long dreading the class. Slipping in through the door, she looked at those who were gathered in the room, before taking her seat and putting her things down, reluctantly ready to get yet another school day started.
