The black uniform skirt swished around your legs, the pleated cloth luckily cut short enough to leave your steps unhindered. Your uniform blouse, pressed and ironed to perfection, hugged your curves as you stretched, lifting your leather bag and letting it rest over your shoulder.

Sang Har High eh..." (e/c) optics flitted around the school entrance, glancing at the the rusted metal gates and dull nameplate with an unimpressed gaze. A single finger reached upwards to tuck a stray lock of hair behind your ear, "How utterly boring."

Wait- no! Your body suddenly stood stiff straight as you came to a sudden epiphany, this is not how you're supposed to be acting, Hee Miyoung! You will not be your typical "I'm bored with life because you're al stupid" bad girl type you are, instead, you will be the typical, cheerful, innocent and sweetly pretty type of girl that is questing for her one true love!

Yes! You straightened up and clenched your fists as the fire (OF PASSION AND LOVEE) burned in your eyes. You only have one mission here, and that is to find your prince charming, your soulmate, your one and only destined partner-!!

.........

"....No....." you drooped over, a dark and gloomy aura immediately falling upon your form, this is impossible after all.......

Now let's start with a self-introduction! Your name is Hee Miyoung, a well known past delinquent, well, you're trying to become a past delinquent. You're quite famous for your infamous bad temper and quick-to-be-pissed-off attitude. Not to mention with your multiple cases of flare ups and violent tendencies, you've earned the nickname "the strongest women in Seoul", and why that title has it's numerous advantages, (being able to cut in line with no repercussions, people helping you in fear, people giving you things in hope of pacifying you....), there's one big, big, disadvantage....

You can't find love!! cue dramatic wailing

Either all the males avoided you out of fear, or worshipped the ground you walked on, asking you to teach them your "super special badass fighting moves". Yes, you were friend-zoned into oblivion.

You sighed dramatically, still slumped over on the ground with your introduction, then stood up with a huff. But that all ends now! Here, no one knows of you nor knows of your reputation, you'll be normal here, you'll have friends, from now on, your life will just be like that one drama you watched!

Yes, that's right! After reassuring yourself, you walked through the school gates with a flip of your hair.... and immediately caught sight of a head of blonde hair. You looked closer, eyes narrowing, before a smile stretched up your lips. That guy looks pretty cute.... candidate number one?

You stopped for a second, flipping out a brand new compact mirror and making sure you looked all right. Satisfied with your current appearance, you slid the mirror back into your bag and stepped forward, putting on a (sickening) sweet smile, "Excuse me, could-"

The blonde didn't even look in your direction, "Get lost , I'm busy here."

Twitch. And in a split second, your saturated smile slid off your face and was replaced by an ugly scowl, your eyes widened, and with the current downturn of your lips, morphed your entire face into a terrifying expression. "Ahhnn?!"

Then a nasty smirk split your face into the direct definition of a "slasher grin" and you walked slowly up to the pretty boys receding back, tapping his right shoulder, you didn't even give him time to reply, cutting off his snarled "What?" by smashing a fist into his face, immediately followed be a harsh elbow to the gut.

"Hehehe....." and you loomed over his fallen form, a dark aura swirling about you as you cackled viciously. Your foot went on his back with a stomp and your grin widened while one of your eyes narrowed and the other widened, "Who're you callin' ? You damn brat?"

"....f-ing, psycho-"

"Hah?!" you increased the pressure of your foot, slowly but steadily pushing it further into his back, "Wanna say that again-"

"Hey you! Stop this instant!"

Though your body didn't move from where you were smashing the boy under your foot into the concrete, your eyes narrowed and slid to the sight, staring at the two men that were currently running over to where you stood. Ignoring the fact that both men were fairly young (and attractive) you smirked, mouth twisted sadistically, "Whaddya want old geezer?"

Wait. The small, white tag that he had pinned to his button down shirt (describe more) read principal. Principal. Principal principal principal principal principal principal principal principal principal.

Did you just call the principal an old geezer?

, you were so screwed.

rewrite.