[Krystal]

"Krystal! You're late!" My best friend, Victoria, flicked my forehead as I sat down next to her.

"Sorry! Woke up late!" I gave her a bright smile which collided with her death glare.

"Krystal, it's the first day of high school, and you're already late! If only you were like your sister." I gave her a cold stare, and looked down at my desk. She knew I hated being compared to Jessica.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to say that." Victoria tried to pat my back, but I just shrugged her off. After an awkward silence, the bell finally rang. I rushed out of the classroom so that I wouldn't have to meet Victoria's gaze. I struggled to open my locker, and eventually just started punching it. 

"Woah! Someone doesn't look like a happy camper." I turned around and saw a smirking Minho.

"Not now Minho!" I grumbled as I continuously beat my lock.

"You know you have to turn the lock to open it right?" I glared at him and started aiming my punches for his chest when a ray of sunshine suddenly hit my eyes. My mouth went dry as I struggled to pronounce the words.

"L-Lee T-T-Taemin!" My fangirl screamed begged me to come out, but I couldn't, I wanted to prove that I wasn't like those other girls even though inside I was.

"Drooling for Taemin I see."

Minho and I stared at a smirking girl with wavy brown hair, one finger constantly twisting it. Minho raised his hands up in defense. 

"I don't like guys! Not that I have a problem with gay couples! I totally support them! It's just that I, I, I don't have a crush on Lee Taemin! I like girls." The girl gave Minho a weird expression. Minho raised his eyebrows in surprise while I tried to hide my giggles. 

"Oh! You meant her! I'm sorry, it's just that, I'm reaaaaaaally sorry. Lee Taemin's actually really pretty, and that's why he's Krystal's type,and-" I smacked his back before he could say anymore. 

"You're Krystal? Krystal Jung? Krystal as in little sister of THE Jessica Jung?" She scanned me with rolling eyeballs than stared at my face with a dirty expression.

"Yeah, what's it to you?" Before she could answer the question, a crowd suddenly filled the hallway. Jessica was walking as people hopelessly tried to talk to her, but to no avail. 

"Krystal, hi!" My sister tried to wave at me while I frowned at her lousy attempts. The girl's eyes glimmered, admiring every bit of Jessica she could see. The crowd finally wore off.

"Hm." The girl rested her chin on the back of her hand.

"You're sister is so pretty and glamorous, meanwhile you look like that." I tilted my head, before looking down at my outfit which was an oversized t-shirt and a pair of blue jeans with dirty black converse. She mumbled to herself before walking away. I heard what she said, I heard exactly what she said, and it was words I hated the most.

"Why can't she be more like her sister?"