“Mini Yesung!” someone called.

“Yah! Mini Yesung!”

I turned around to see Specs and my brother Yesung coming over to me. I was in the lunch hall, silently eating my green mochis in it’s packet with my banana milkshake dripping onto my food tray by it’s straw.

“Don’t call me Mini Yesung.” I hissed, not looking up as they sat in front of me. I felt someone’s legs push mine. I looked down to see that it was Spec’s long legs. I glared at Specs and kicked him in the shins to move his legs. Stupid long legged Specs!

“Whatcha want from me?” I asked, “I have nothing apart from mochis and banana milkshake.”

“Ohh! Can I have some?” Yesung chirped.

“What? Mochis?” I asked.

“Yes.”

“No way.” I scoffed as I ate my 5^th ball of mochi in one go. Specs took a piece of paper out of the pockets of his blazer and laid it in front of me. “What’s this?”

“An invitation for you to come to a party.” Specs spoke.

“Whose party?” I asked.

“Mine.” Specs smiled at me. I looked at the invitation and over to me.

“How old will you be?” I asked.

“Just 17.” he shrugged.

“Hmm… I’ll see if I can come.” I said, stuffing the invitation, probably creating creases on it as I did so. “I don’t know if I can go.”

“Why not?” Specs asked, his face frowning.

“Cause I can’t go. I don’t know how to get there.” I shrugged.

“I can take you there.” I looked up to see Yesung putting his hand up.

“Or me!”

“And me!”

“I can gladly take you in my car.”

I looked behind me to see the Gamer, erted Chubby Cheeks and Pink Gay Bunny all smiling at me.

“All three of you are still 15 or 16. You guys can’t drive yet! Let alone own your own car.” Yesung cried.<%