Dara made a quick run towards the tree in the school mini park. She had left her lunch box there just this morning. Lunch came and she realized that her lunch box went missing from her bag and one cue sprouted from her mind, it was certainly on that tree.

She had arrived there and smiled widely as she looked at her blue lunch box under the tree. She picked it up and frowned. It was as if empty the way it weigh now. to confirm it, she hurriedly opened it and was shock to see it’s empty. Someone has stolen the content of it! She wanders her eyes around and sees nothing strange. She guesses she has no choice at all but to eat her lunch at the cafeteria.

Getting inside the cafeteria, the students looked at Dara’s direction as she made her way to the counter and orders something to eat. She then settled at the corner table ignoring all the strange look form the students. They are whispering with each other and shamelessly pointed her. 

Dara could hear it all. The malicious look of those stupid rich kids and talking her down are no longer new for her since she got used to those smug faces. She seems to abhor her being in the same school as he. She felt like she was playing Geum Jandi in the movie but one thing is for sure, she will not dare fight those spoiled fellas. Who knows it might harm her father’s work. For all she knows the school has bunches of daughters and sons of prominent business tycoon.

 She ate silently without feeling sorry for herself or anything. Unless they won’t harm her, she will not go crazy Jedi and plucked their eyeballs.

“Hio, Missy…can I join?” Dara looked at her round face as she sat on the chair across the table. “I am a transferee here…can we be friends?”

Dara give her a questioning look. The students are eyeing both of them.

The girl chuckled as she followed to where she was looking.

“Hey... I heard you’re quite famous here. Can I ride in your popularity? Do you mind?”

“What are you talking about?” Dara frowned.

The girl leaned over and whispers to her. “I heard that some rich gals are talking sh*t about you.”

Dara blinked in surprised. This girl is really weird despite with the fact that she’s pretty.

“And you want to hang out with this sh*t?” Dara sarcastically asked.

“Yeah. Because I’m an also. I’m Bom, by the way.”

Dara took her handshake. “Dara Park.”

“Oh…we can be sisters ya know. The name’s Park Bom.”

“Welcome to this school and mind you telling this, you are actually talking with a crap like me.” She looked at Bom who was obviously quite glamorous by the way she dressed. “May I recommend you to somebody with the same style as you?”

“Mind you telling this, you are talking to a complete . I don’t like being driven away ya know.” She coolly sips her juice.

Dara just chuckled at her. She just found a real weirdo today.

~

 “Did your stomach grow appetite?” Dara just smiled at her mother and took the two sets of lunch box her omma prepared.

“I’m off, mom.” She hurriedly scurried away from the house and rode off to her cousin’s car.

“Did I just see two lunch boxes with you. “ Jay eyed her whole body as she fastened her seatbelt. He thought she might be thinking of gaining weight.

“Yeah yeah…I got a pet to feed. It snatched my lunch yesterday.” Dara just said.

“What a special pet you have.” He just shook his head as he drove off.

~

Ten minutes before the bell rings, Dara put one of her lunch box under the tree and went her way to her first class after sticking a note in it.

 Later that afternoon, Dara came to the tree to pick the empty pink lunch box, she was a little surprise to see her note was taken found a new note stick on the lunch box.

 Did you eat the same lunch as me?

“Yes pet, I have eaten the same lunch as you.” Dara murmured to the piece of note and went her way home.

The next day, Dara did the same and leave the lunch box again under the tree. Later that afternoon, she picked it up again with her pet’s beautiful hand writing.

 Did you make the lunch yourself? It tasted different.

Dara worriedly looked up. Maybe her pet did not like her cooking? She should have followed her instinct not to try cooking and just let her mother do so but she was quite persistent on feeding her own pet by her personal cooking.

The next day, she put the pink lunch box again under the tree and went her way to her first class.

Just after she was gone, a figure was coming to the tree. He smiled as he saw the pink lunch box under it. He picked it up and read her note for him.

To my pet,

    Sorry about your mommy’s cooking yesterday. Today, your lunch is made by my Omma. You’ll gonna love it! Cheerio!

 He smiled at that and kept the note inside his bag. “I didn’t mean your cooking is bad, girl.” He carried the lunch box with him and once again his mood was lightened up by her simple act. It gives him a calm nerve.

~~

“You’re done with your charitable deed?” Bom asked while having their lunch at cafeteria. She had her own lunch box and it was pretty odd to have eaten your homemade lunch in that place. There are some students who were eyeing them but they all managed to ignore them.

“ I’ll be picking up the lunch box this afternoon.”

 At the corner both of the Parks heard the conversation of those spoiled brats and they were giggling cutely as Choi Seunghyun was throwing punch lines. Jiyong was also having fun with them as he too was being cheerful to the girls.

Dara was right in the first place, Jiyong was just acting non-chalant to make him look cool to the girls but obviously his guards went all down and he was showing his real face now. He too can’t resist the presence of those beautiful women around him. He became outgoing and even smiling a lot these days.

“Ya know. To tell you, I really like that deep voiced guy.” Bom suddenly said while eyeing Choi Seunghyun.

“Choi Seunghyun?” Dara asked.

“He was known to be TOP in our agency.” Bom answered.

“Agency? Our Agency?”

“Yeah. I am a trainee in YG entertainment. Hopefully, I will be included in the new girl group of that agency.”

“YG?” Dara looked at her in surprise. “So you are aspiring idol as them?”

“Yeah. Quite so. They will debut first by 4 months.” Dara just nodded but was silently trying to recall something in her mind then her eyes went to her again.

“Say... do you still have difficulty in dancing?”

“Dancing? Wae?”

“Nothing… I was just thinking. If you want to be an idol, you should at least know how to dance. That’s the key, Bommie.” Dara sips from her juice and eats a piece of sushie from her lunch box.

Clearly, Bom was silent thinking Dara’s words. She has the same words as Hyun Suk. The president was always reprimanding her to improve her dancing. Although she has the greatest voice to boast, still it’s not a guarantee for her to be chosen. But one thing confuses her now, how come Dara knew about her difficulty in the agency?

“I perceived your quite a…psychic.”

“Wae?”

“How did you know about me not so good in dancing?”

Dara fell silent and carefully place her chopstick on the table. “I just know it.”

“Mind explaining it?”

“Okay. You said once you hate physical activities, you always complained your aching body when you come to school and sometimes you got small bruises on your legs and arm.”

“So?”

“For someone who hated physical activity that much, it just an indication that you have been constantly practicing on dancing baby.”

“Woah! You are amazing! How did you know about that?”

“I’m just smart, Bommie. I’m good in observing people.”

“I guess I just have to stick around you always. You pretty know the heck outta me.”