Monday: 2011.04.11: 8.05 AM

*briiing*

“Ugh!” Amy groggily opened her blue locker.

“Morning Sunshine!”

“Go away, Kevin! I’m not in the mood to talk to anyone.”

“But Amy~ how could I stay away from my favorite person?”

“Yah! Oppa, stop pouting! You’re making me happy. It’s Monday, I’m not supposed to be happy.”

Amy playfully shoved her friend into the lockers next to her as she shut her own locker. This wasn’t the best idea, though. Mrs. Rivers, the school’s pre-historic teacher, was in the hallway.

“Hey, you Kids! What are you doing?”

“…”

“I thought girls weren’t supposed to curse.”

“Shut up, haven’t you ever heard your mom curse? I know I have.”

“My mom doesn’t count as a girl.”

“Then what is she?”

Mrs. Rivers charged at the two, furious as ever. She was known throughout the school as a fun er, and she was on the hunt for her next meal. She must have been starving not being able to eat the souls of teenagers over the weekend.

“What year are you?”

“Senior.”

“Junior.”

“Give me your ID cards.”

They both silently slid off their lanyards and reluctantly placed them in the teacher’s waiting hand.

“Thank you, go on your way now, or you’ll be late for homeroom. You can have these back at the end of the day.”

“Yes, Mrs. Rivers.”

Kevin placed his arm around Amy’s shoulder and walked her to her homeroom.

Monday: 2011.04.11: 2.50 PM- End of School.

“KEVIN!”

“AMY!”

The blonde hair boy gently closed his locker as his friend linked arms with him.

“Let’s go to hell’s gates and get our ID cards back!”

“Why do you talk like that Amy? You’re going to get us in more trouble.”

“Calm down, oppa. Nothing’s going to happen~ we’ll only get demerits.”

“What? No! I can’t get demerits. I graduate in 2 months, and I’ve never had demerits before! I’m gunna die!!!”

Amy laughed at her hysteric friend. Kevin was ‘Mr. Perfect’ in his family and at school. He was never late, high marks in all his classes, perfectly pressed clothing, pearly white smile, class president, and always follows his family’s orders. ALWAYS, he’s becoming a doctor because they want him to be one; he wanted to be a singer.

“Yah! Stop laughing. Now my acceptance to Yale is going to be revoked!”

“Kevin-oppa,” Amy placed her hands on his shoulders and he instantly tensed up. She never combined ‘Kevin’ and ‘oppa’ together unless she was serious. “I think they’d like you better now that you aren’t ‘perfect’.”

He smiled at Amy; she always found a way to calm him down.

“I hope you’re right.”

“I bet I am, and that they’ll give you a scholarship now!”

“How much do you want to bet?”

“Mmm… I bet you… that you’ll get a scholarship by Thursday. Loser buys dinner!”

“Deal.”

Amy grabbed Kevin’s hand, shook it and walked to Mrs. Rivers’ room, not letting go of it. With a red face, Kevin followed her to the second floor.

*knock-knock-knock*

“Mrs. Rivers?”

Amy stuck her head in the door.

“Who are you?”

“Amy Song. You took my and my friends’ ID cards this morning.”

“Oh..Oh yes! I remember now, hold on a moment. I need to find the slips you and your little friend need to sign.”

The old teacher fumbled through the piles of paper on her desk. She pulled open multiple drawers, taking out cell phones and crumple pieces of paper. Eventually, her desk was a giant mess, covered with all the objects she took from students throughout the year.

“Where are they…”

“Are they the pink slips hanging on the wall?”

Being ‘Mr. Perfect,’ Kevin notices everything.

“What? Oh, they are!”

The two students signed the small pieces of paper and they left the school for the day.

“See you tomorrow, Amy!”

“Bye, oppa!”

“Amy?”

“what?”

“Uhm…. Never mind, forget it. I’ll see you tomorrow!”

“Oooo.k? Bye.”

Each left for their homes in opposite directions as is slowly began to drizzle.