Yuna ran toward the school building - she could not afford to be late again. This was her second day of teaching pre-school.

She had finished her studies only months ago, even if it was not something she wanted to do. Her dream - was to become an actress, but her parents said they would not pay for a useless degree.

The only person who supported her dreams was her brother Jungkook - he would secretly find her pamphlets for her to appear on stage plays . . . but no one wanted to give her a chance as she did not have a degree in that field.

Her dream was to be noticed by the - company - Films and Co. - the stupendous film company in Seoul. She even had a small poster of the CEO Seokjin Kim in her drawer at home. Jungkook knew of the 'poster' and teased her about her secret crush, but as she told Jungkook, he was engaged to the company's lead actress, Minyu.

She stopped in front of the school gates. The principal smiled at her, "You are just on time, Miss Jung."

"I- I promised that," She huffed, "I will be on time."

The principal grinned, "It is good to see you made well on your promise. Your class is waiting."Yuna smiled and walked with the principal to her classroom. She still gets lost on the school grounds. This had much to do with her personality, and she was absent-minded and got lost in her thoughts.

They stopped in front of her classroom, the principal opened her door, and they were greeted with chaos. Papers were flying everywhere. Some of the boys were teasing the girls by pulling on their hair.

The principal heaved in a breath and turned towards her, "Well... Um, good luck with your class." Yuna watched as he stepped away fast; yesterday was introductory day, and she had asked why the previous teacher had left. She understood everything now; she stepped into the classroom, closing the door behind her with a loud bang.

The chaos stopped immediately. Nine pairs of eyes turned, looking at Yuna. A shiver went down her spine, and a small smile played on her lips. "Good morning, class. I am your new teacher Yuna Jung."

The children lined up before her, shouting, "Good morning, Teacher Jung!"Yuna smiled at them. They could not be so bad, could they? She parted her lips but stopped as she noticed the smallest of the nine was not looking her in the eye; her ponytail was . . . a bit skewed.

She glanced at them one by one. The boys outnumbered the girls, six to three. Her heart broke a little, but this was an opportunity to teach them that bullying was wrong.

She cleared her throat, "I have come up with the lesson today, and it is called why bullying is wrong."

Some of the boys smirked, the littlest girl took a step backwards, and Yuna knew she would have to be strong because - there could be many factors at play here. "Alright, everyone at their desks!"

The children scattered, each to their own desks. Yuna's eyes followed the smallest. She was walking with a limp, so Yuna began her lesson about why bullying was wrong. She took a glimpse at her watch. It was almost time for the children's break; she eyed them all as they drew pictures with friends and family, but her eyes averted to the smallest, who stared at the blank page.

Yuna stood up, the bell rang for a break, and the children jumped up, scattering out of the classroom except the smallest.

Yuna approached her and knelt next to her, and she had not learned their names yet, "What is wrong, sweetie?"

The girl did not answer and kept staring at the blank page. Yuna touched her shoulder. "Do you want a cookie?"

Yuna knew that pre-schoolers loved something sweet, so she had baked some chocolate chip cookies to reward good behaviour. The little girl averted her gaze from the page and looked at Yuna. "I don't have friends."

Those four words broke Yuna's heart. Now she understood why she seemed detached. "I am sorry, sweetie, are you-"

"My name is Suri," She answered before Yuna could finish her sentence, "I am an orphan."Yuna's eyes widened. No wonder some of the children were bullying her. She was different in their eyes. Yuna smiled, "I will be your friend, Suri."

Yuna stood up and fetched the cookies from her desk, "Here."

She opened the container and offered Suri one. Suri looked at her with widened eyes as her small hand reached for one, "Thank you, teacher Jung."

Yuna smiled, "Why don't I help you with your ponytail?"

Suri nodded as she bit into the cookie. Yuna loosened her ponytail, taking her hair up to make a new high one, "There, all done."

Suri turned to her and smiled, "Thank you, teacher Jung."

The corners of Yuna's mouth lifted in a smile. She was going to have a little talk with her class about this. "Suri, why don't we draw a few things we like instead?"Suri blinked at her, "Can we?"

Yuna nodded and sat opposite her, and she took a paper and pencil. "Yes, it can be anything we like."

She watched Suri's expression change into excitement, and she grabbed some of the pencils and started to draw. Yuna drew a stage play - in which she was an actress, and Suri tapped before her so that she would look up.

Yuna turned her gaze upwards; the childlike image warmed her heart. It was a picture of her holding Suri's hand with a cookie in the other. "Wow, Suri! You are very talented."

Suri giggled, and the bell rang, calling the end of the school break. The classroom door burst open, the children came running in, and the oldest-looking boy said smugly, "Poor, Suri. Can't even play outside because no one likes her!"

Suri's face fell. Some of the other children began snickering. Yuna stood up. "That is enough!" She gestured, "Outside now!"

The children blinked at her. Nobody moved. "I said outside now!"

Yuna folded her arms, glaring them down, and they started leaving the class - one by one. Yuna followed them, "Why are you bullying Suri?" She asked in an angry tone.

They looked down at their feet. No one answered the question. "Well?"

One of the girls spoke up, "She is different from us."

"She is not different from any of you." Yuna said while folding her arms, "She might not have parents, but that is no excuse for your behaviour."

The children did not answer. Yuna continued, "Have you ever thought about Suri's feelings? That she might be lonely? And coming to school, she hoped to make friends who cared about her?"

The children looked up at her, and she could see the pity in their eyes as they answered, "We are sorry, Teacher Jung."

She nodded at them, "Suri needs your protection. You all should be her brothers and sisters."They nodded. "So, what are you going to do?" She asked them, lifting her glare a little."We will say sorry, Teacher Jung."

Yuna smiled, "Good, I brought cookies for you all, and when you apologised, you may all have one."

She opened the classroom door, the children entered, and they walked to Suri, forming a circle around her. "We are so sorry, Suri."

Suri was blinking at them, and then her gaze found Yuna's, and she nodded at Suri. Suri smiled at them in turn, "Sorry, accepted."

Yuna was about to say something when she felt her phone vibrating, and she took it out - a message from Jungkook.

She unlocked the screen to read his message.

"Hey, Sis,

I will come and pick you up after you are done with school. I found an interesting . . . pamphlet at my restaurant."