“Luna, you'll have to remember, embrace, and live that name. Having fake ids is the thing in here.”

Luna, it sounds just as weird as it's written. Though everything is weird on this class, or rather, the whole 4^th level of this school. There's a huge urge to ask the young girl besides her why it's got to be Luna out of all possibilities. But her other side of not wanting to get involve or making any fuse keeps her quiet.

“Okay. So, yours is Krystal, right?”

Said Krystal nods her head while giggling like a maniac, and Luna ponders if there's something wrong in her way of speaking or if her busan's dialect is still visible or if ...

“Sorry, sorry. I just remembered a funny moment last saturday. Anyway, where were we?”

One blink, two blinks, and Luna gives out her most awkward subtle laugh ever.

“Uh ... you telling me the basic rules and regulations?”

The other girl clicks her fingers instantly and scoots closer, somehow Luna finds this slightly uncomfortable. Then, as the girl's perfect blue manicured fingers gripped her shoulders, Luna is afraid seeing the other's eyes screaming 'I'll tell you everything'.

“Now, look around. No, wait, don't take it literally. Don't even think about looking at the governors' babies for more than five seconds. They have bodyguards somewhere everywhere around this floor. And remember, they have the best defense lawyers in town.”

It's a bit hard really, not to look at the so called babies, a group of boys and girls wearing fake yet pricey fur jacket, sitting haughtily near the gallant fireplace. Especially when some of their eyes are patronizing her every movements.

“Be careful for what you wear, too. The supermodels here tend to kick others who don't dress at least a little below their sense of fashion. They don't want their images to fall down. Coming from a higher exclusive class or something.”

And the memory of the snickers that come down this morning when she entered the school, coming from a group wearing funnily colored and ridiculously patterned jacket invades her mind. Despite wearing the same yellow uniforms, there has to be something else. Luna makes sure to wear her only burberry winter wonderland jacket that has costed her more than her laptop. Not that she paid for it, but still.

“There's nothing much to say about the athletes, they all live in their own world, usually consists of football matches, diets, and gym schedules. The same goes for artists, dancers, singers, and geniuses, like me. We don't really care about the others, unless the others' ideas are the same as us.”

“Cool, I can't wait to meet the singers –”

“But! There is one person you should avoid at all costs. His name is Oh Sehun. Not only that he's one of the governors, he's also one of the dancers, and one of the supermodels. He's the glorious bastard of the upperclass. If you meet him, run.”

“And that's coming from the glorious bastard's only cousin, sissy.”

Luna, all her life, has only seen it in the movie, but now, she can feel how the temperature goes down a few degrees and how her neck's hair raises as she feels a strong aura from her back. She notes that even if the sentence is full of lisp, the harsh sarcastic tone is too strong till no one dares to laugh at it.

“I never want to be your cousin, hunnie.”

One, two, three seconds before,

“Who's this peasant?”

There are million thoughts running through her head. The way this oh sehun person ignores krystal's deadly glare, the way krystal grips her shoulders tightly. And that is why. It takes her a while to realize that the cousin of the one of the governors, one of the dancers, and one of the supermodels is still holding into her. Her, she, Park Sunyoung, definitely not one of the governors, the dancers, the supermodels and merely barely a singer.

As the whole class scrutinize their holier-than-thou eyes upon her, she can only look at Krystal's white, perfect neck, hoping it will save her from the situation. What a vain hope. Shoot.

Mi l li o nWo nBaby

by princess_oh , december 2012

Inspired by mean girls, and oh sehun's prince like attitude. Luna needs some love, no? And this is an smtown filled fanfic, mainly f(exo).

Love you all, bye.

warning: mild swearing. and i'm a slow writer like literally and senior year and stuffs but the exam will end soon and the story will be updated sooner. (that's cue for confetti).