Five friends were surprised when they saw their precious "Tiger Woman" walking straight towards them, her hair cut short as if someone had chopped them right off. Not only that, but they were also shocked to see the handsome third-year walk behind her, carrying a plastic bag full of bread. The girl with the new haircut stopped, grabbed a chair from another group, then took her seat with her friends, putting down her lunch tray. She snapped her fingers, and the boy behind her dropped the plastic bag in front of them.

"What's all this?" the one with red hair, Junhee, asked.

"Snacks that my dear neighbor, Kim Myungsoo, bought with his money," Dasom said, running her finger through her new haircut.

"What's with the look? I thought you liked your long hair during the winter," Byunghun, who had white-blond hair, commented.

"I did, but a little someone kind of spat gum in my hair last minute. That's why I was fashionably late to class today, right Junhee?" Dasom asked, turning back to Myungsoo. She gave him a cold glare. "You're just lucky that I only screamed and said that you can buy me food to make up for my hair. Imagine if I made a scene! Who knows what could've happened."

The third-year scoffed. "Make a scene? You already did! If you didn't calm down, the old man ten feet away from us would've called the cops. Anyway, can I go now? I hate hanging out with you second-years. You guys are so... immature and irresponsible."

"For your information, sir," the second boy with golden brown hair said, "I'm practically the most responsible one here. I was elected to be the class president this morning."

"That's Taemin for you," another girl with chubby cheeks said, rolling her eyes. "I swear, if Hyunwoo was just a tad bit faster, he would've gotten that position first!"

"Jieun, stop dreamin' and start believin'. You know that you cain't make someone love ya, ain't I right?" asked the girl with the thick dialect.

Dasom frowned and scrunched her nose. 

"Please, Eunji. Don't speak in a way where we can't understand you," she pleaded, patting Eunji's hand. The rural girl cleared , then smiled bashfully as the boys exchanged snickers. She gave her friends an apologetic look, but no one really minded.

Remembering about her neighbor, Dasom turned around and waved her hand as if she was telling him to go. Without waiting for another command, Myungsoo turned around, looked back once, and left the classroom. Once he left, Dasom heard Jieun and Eunji giggle. She paused and stared at them, raising an eyebrow.

"What's so funny?" Junhee asked them, as if she was reading Dasom's mind.

"We swear, he totally loves you," Eunji whispered.

"Who?" Taemin questioned them.

"Myungsoo, duh! You can see it. Even though they fight, they have mutual feelings for each other. Aren't I right, Dasom?" Jieun asked, grinning.

Dasom let out a fake laugh, then rolled her eyes in disgust. She angrily opened her lunch box, taking out a small box of rice with two side dishes.

"There's no way that he loves me. One minute, I was talking to him about my fourth ex-boyfriend, then I was telling him about how we all went on a group date with someone other students at a different school. I was talking about one of the guys there, and how he complimented my hair and said that he liked long-haired girls. Then five minutes pass by, and Myungsoo suddenly spits gum in my hair and tells me that I should cut it! Honestly, he's such a handful," Dasom complained, touching her hair. She suddenly pouted. "Now I can't go on a date with the cute boy I meant at the group date!"

No one cares, the five others thought in unison. However, most of them pretended to act sympathetic towards her, as if losing one of her many dates was a huge loss.

"Well," Taemin said, getting up with an empty lunch tray, "I better get going. I should go and talk to the teacher if he needs anything and discuss with him about what the class president of 2A should do."

Jieun's eyes lit up. "Oh my gosh! I should totally tell Hyunwoo to do that!"

"Hyunwoo, Hyunwoo, Hyunwoo. It's always about him. Why do you like him so much? Didn't he reject you for the tenth time and wouldn't accept your chocolate for the twentieth time?" Byunghun asked, stealing a piece of meat from her tray.

Hearing this, Jieun let out a light laugh as if the truth was the most silly thing she had ever heard. She got up, then gave him a smirk.

"Hyunwoo's just shy. He hasn't recognized his feelings yet. He just needs a bit more time, and a little more push. Don't worry about me, Byunghun. In fact, you should go and find a love life, too," Jieun suggested.

"Yeah, I'm kind of worried about you. I feel like you're going to be married with a basketball," Dasom added.

The boy scowled. "Hey, don't talk to Luna that way."

"Oh my gosh," Junhee mumbled. "He even gave it a name."

"Sh.... Luna doesn't know that our society considers her as an 'it.' Be carefuly around her!" Byunghun scolded, caressing the orange ball.

Taemin sighed, then got up from his seat.

"Well, I'm going," he repeated.

Junhee got up. "I'm going, too. I'm going to look for any clubs I can join."

"Didn't you do that last year? You said that this school has really lame clubs," Eunji reminded her.

"Well, if you're checking out the clubs, then I want to go with you! Maybe I can find Hyunwoo. Being the sweet guy he is, he's probably helping out some first-years. I need to protect him from those crazy young girls at all cost!" Jieun said, pumping her fist.

"Wait, wait, wait!" Dasom yelled. "Before you guys all leave, check this out."

She took out a thick leathered book from the white plastic bag. Her friends widened their eyes when a loud thud! echoed in their ears after the journal fell on the table. They carefully stared at the book, flipping through the empty pages and examining the odd texture.

"It's a journal," Junhee said, pointing out the obvious.

"Are ya makin' us write an essay or sumthin'?" Eunji cried out, her dialect leaking out once again.

"Does Hyunwoo have to write? If he does, then I'll write for him! Or can I write about him?" Jieun asked, grinning.

Byunghun pressed his lips. "Um, I'm not so good with these things. Plus, I might be busy with the basketball team."

"Why did you bring this journal? There's nothing written in it," Taemin commented, puzzled.

Dasom rolled her eyes and flipped her hair. She pulled out a pen from her pocket and began to write something in the first page.

"This," she started, "is our high school journal! It's like a diary exchange, only with a journal instead of a diary. We pass this journal around daily, writing about something that happened to us on the day we get the journal. Plus, we can all read what happened to each other's entry."

"So this is like a classroom journal, except our journal?" Taemin asked.

"Yep," Dasom answered. She smiled brightly and shoved the journal to Junhee, who let out a sudden gasp. "Oh, and congratulations Junhee! I wrote the first entry, and I'm passing it onto you. I look forward to seeing you write something for tomorrow's date!"

Junhee raised an eyebrow, then opened the journal to see Dasom's entry. When she read the few words on the paper, she heaved a loud sigh.

This is going to be troublesome, the cherry-haired girl thought.