She sighed loudly next to me as we walked up to the gates of my house, I turned towards her silently, “Please think about it” she said not looking at me. “Yah, I already told you I would.” I reminded her. “Kay!” she grinned, ‘See you tomorrow!!” I waved as she turned toward her house, watching until she was just a silhouette against the gray sidewalk then turned around and walked up my driveway.

             Our high school was pretty normal, it wasn’t a special school from rich kids, there was no one good class. No superior group of students that constantly put down others, “OMO, THEY’RE HERE! LOOK, OH MY GOD!”…except them. I rolled my eyes as Soo Jin walked up beside me. “It’s senior year, how is this still happening?” she asked, I shrugged, “They remind me a lot of the F4.” We watched, as everyone did, as the four boys walked up the stairs leading to the schools entrance. Did they always have to cause such a scene. I never understood why everyone made such a big deal about them.

              Freshman year maybe, I suppose people weren’t used to seeing such good looking people, but you would think, after three years it would stop. But no, it just got worse. Like some freakin celebrities. “In that case, Seung Hyun oppa would be Jun Pyo.” I thought about it, “Ani, he’s not that big of an , maybe more of a Joo Won from SG, just without all the crazy.” Soo Jin nodded, “look how odd that is, Dong Woon never wears anything darker than grey, so I give him Ji Hoo.” We both laughed, “You might be right actually,” I agreed.

“Come one, we have to get to class.” I pushed her slightly and we went off down the hall. 

       The school wasn’t that big, it was two large buildings connected by  a short brick pathway. The main building was where all the academic stuff was.  Math, English, History all that stuff. The building directly across was the athletics building, there you would find tennis courts and stuff for the more athletic kids. Our schools dance studio was also up there, on the last floor, the one with floor to ceiling windows.

       When you were up there, you could see across the grounds. The student parking lot, the acres of forest. Near the building was a swimming pool, there was also one inside somewhere, but I’ve never been there. There was a small faculty building where the teachers usually went on break, at some point, they decided to build a small pond next to it. Now there is a path that cuts through the forest, running over a small stone bridge that crosses a river that is now two times less the width it was three years ago. There was a single bench there and on nicer days, I often found myself on that bench, ipod in my ears and a book in my hand.