A/N: First chappie~! I hope you will enjoy...hehehe :)       -Aerin’s POV-   I wish she would just shut up!   Aside from her annoying, pitchy voice, her erroneous pronunciation of words was plucking through my last nerve. She talked too much! Even as I turned up the volume of my player to the maximum, I could not get the sound of her horrible screeching voice out of my head. It was even more excruciating than hearing the sound of the chalkboard surface being scratched. On top of that, it was vexing and exasperating. Those are just some of the words that described Ms. Choi – our English teacher.   She beats around the bush, repeating things over and over again as if she’s talking to retards like she wasn’t one herself. Can’t she realize that when she says really logical things, they lose their essence? She speaks in such a manner that insult’s one’s intelligence. If all teachers nowadays are like her, I’d rather stay at home and sleep all day. Good thing she’s the only narrow-minded person in this school who is a member of the faculty. The intelligent Ms. Choi thinks we were imbeciles.   That’s just not the case. Almost everyone in my class has above average academic abilities. I say ‘almost’ for certain reasons. At Reishin Academy, there’s a special program for such students with entrance examinations that were impossible to pass without staying up late at night for a week just to study the damned reviewer the institution provides for every applicant or so they tell us. I later discovered that it does not resemble the exams at all.   It’s also a natural occurrence when a rich, dumb kid gets into the program. They’ve got the bucks so they pass which is such a pity. See now why I said ‘almost’? The ugly side of it was that it totally ruins the reputation of the whole student body under the program. It’s unfair to those who really try to be there. To the General Education students, I’m just another addition to the school’s collection of good-for-nothing, wealthy kids who passed by bribery. That’s just crap, but I will learn to live with it, I think. It only matters what I think of myself in the end. Still, it’s such a waste. This school is a waste, that much I’ve known.   In this school, when one says ‘special program’, it also meant ‘special treatment’. We were entitled to certain privileges. Some are useful, while others were just plain shenanigan. For one, people in my class have the prerogative to miss sc