Low profile, Siyeon. Low profile. Remember, you don’t even care about looking like a nerd and hiding behind everyone else.

Those were exactly my thoughts on Thursday morning, the day after eating dinner at Minji’s.

Okay, so from all the info I got to recollected last night I’ve come to the conclusion that: Minji is an adrenaline lunatic, pretty and has a personality that stands out just like a dog that everyone wants to pet. Meaning that nope, there was no way I would walk with her to school at all, or take a ride in the motorcycle she owned with her like she had offered me last night.

Definitely getting close was not an option.

Anyway, I got out of my comfortable bed and squinted my eyes to try to read the clock on my nightstand. Seriously. Ever since I got my first pair of glasses it’s as if I’ve been getting blinder… and the doctor say they’re supposed to help you. ¡Ha! What a joke…but I still grabbed my wire-frame circle ones off from my drawer (not exactly my favorite but more like the ones that felt the most comfortable), put them on and looked at the clock again.

6:15 am. Still early.

If I didn’t get up around this time, I’d pretty much get late to school no matter what. Not that I did care about that but getting there on an average time, not too late and not too early, certainly didn’t catch attention.

“Get changed, Siyeon…” I said to myself sleepily. “Get changed…”

Turning to my closet, I looked inside for anything wearable and realized I really didn’t feel like dressing up. Like always. I grabbed a pair of jeans, an Adidas, a T-shirt and a hoodie and put them all on in less than 5 minutes. If I looked like I looked in the mirror I can just tell you that it was satisfactory, plus it isn’t like I am going anywhere afterschool apart from the IMT.

After ‘fixing’ my hair, which I honestly just sort brushed it with my hand and let it get loose on my shoulders, I trotted down the stairs perfectly knowing my mom was awake drinking morning coffee on the couch like every other weekday morning.

“Hey, I left you your mug there just in case you want to take it to school.” My mom said mindlessly while she looked down at her kindle.

Man. Ever since she bought that thing that’s the only thing she ever bothers to look at in admiration. Except handsome men, of course. Just like, well, Minji’s dad last night. My dad used to say in High-School my mom was one of those kinds of women who went around enjoying the passion of love and never being criticized of how innocent she was. Hard to believe but that would explain her love for romantic novels.

I didn’t answer back, just went into the kitchen and opened the fridge. I looked inside and decided to go for some eggs and bacon. Due to the fact that occasionally my parents weren’t at home, maybe at some dinner party, date between themselves or at work, I knew how to cook from the simplest of dishes to the more complicated like Chicken Capri. ¿Why did I even bother to learn how to cook chicken like that? I simply had a cold and knew it was bad because I didn’t want to play so I just ended up cooking, secret talent of mine, I guess.

When I finished eating my breakfast and put the dishes in the dishwasher, I grabbed my backpack and headed out the door.

Damn. I really felt like I needed to get out.

“Siyeon, take Minji with you.”

I turned around and saw my mom’s face popping up from the living room. Wait, ¿was she serious? I mean, she even bothered to forget about her book and talk to me.

“No way.” I frowned.

She came out into the corridor. “Look. She’s new. ¿What’s the problem?”

I gave her a look of ‘¿are you serious?’ I turned around and closed the front door with her calling my name in vain. As you can see, that’s my relationship with my mom.

Lucky thing was that I didn’t have to walk in front of Minji’s house since school was on the opposite way. I remember begging my mom and dad to move closer to school because I didn’t want to take the bus to school. I told them that they’d use less gas money for whenever they had to go to town or pick me up at the IMT and convinced their stupid reasoning minds. I hate those school buses. Filled with people yelling around, talking, bullying kids and so many other things that I don’t want to even think about.

Yeah, I did have to walk to school but I didn’t mind. I preferred that over being bothered while I listened to my music.

Of course, considering my new neighbor's personality I had to guess it wasn’t going to be like that anymore. ¿Why? Well, I heard this rumbling sound in the background that disconnected me from these precious tunes and melodies. I took my earphones off and looked to the side.

And there she was.

It was a deep black, shiny, decorated with stickers from places I couldn’t ever name and the wheels looked as if they could sustain a 100mph ride with no difficulties.

Minji raised the blue shield over her eyes. “¿Want a ride?”

I looked at her in amazement. Wow. “No.”

“¿Sure?” She asked raising her eyebrow. “I have another helmet.”

“No.” I said immediately before turning back