I felt a slight nudge on my shoulder, as well as a familiarly annoying voice accompanying it afterwards. “Young miss, please wake up.”

“Nooo...” My voice drifted back into silence for I had not gained the “morning” strength to completely protest as of yet. However, I did manage to get him to take his hand off my shoulder for I finally felt the slight pressure come off. My eyes seemed pretty useless at this point...then again, they deserved their rest, for they’ll have to suffer the torture of having to look at the face of the “bodyguard” later on.

“Young miss...”

“LEEMEONE!” This is translated into “leave me alone” when you take out the fact that I had slurred my speech as much as someone completely drunk would do.

“Young miss, you have five seconds.”

“Til?”

The dreaded five seconds passed and...

“WTF%##DKJNHDF!”

My ever-so-soft and warm comforter that I had basically wrapped myself in, in the same manner as a mummy, had been rudely swiped away from me...like literally. Like swiping the table cloth off the table while still keeping all of the dishware in place, except it didn’t exactly work in my case, for instead of landing elegantly in the same position I had originally been in, I flipped over, bounced off my mattress, landed over to the side, and rolled off the bed...

“YAH!” I kicked his towering figure, though I didn’t aim for any particular body part...it just happened to hit very very very very close to...that...area. -ahem- Luckily though, Jang Wooyoung, the name of the perpetrator, had been trained to take this type of pain and...humiliation, and keep his composure, so I didn’t have to do anything, not that I would have done anything in the first place.

“Please get r-ready...young miss...” His eyes were mere slits now as he held his legs together, teeth clenched, trying to subdue the pain of having been assaulted by some unknown force in the reproductive area that I certainly have no knowledge about.

“UGH, WHATEVER!” I finally surrendered, stood up from the floor because I did not want to be eye-level with that pained...area...any longer, and stomped off into the bathroom, “freshening up” for the dreaded school day to come. Without bothering to check if he still stood with that goofy expression on his face, I followed the same routine of the average girl’s morning: brushed teeth and scrubbed viciously at face; gargled with mouthwash; and checked breath to see if it smelled terrible, since if I didn’t, I would forever be labeled as “that chick who had freakishly bad breath” or whatever.

When I walked back into my bedroom, Wooyoung had disappeared off to God knows where. Well, actually, he was just downstairs, making sure my breakfast had been prepared and laid out for me (and making sure that our personal chef, Ok Taecyeon, had not done anything horribly wrong), but a girl can imagine he somehow stumbled into an alternate dimension (where he could never disrupt my beauty sleep again)...can’t she? “Clothes, clothes...ugh, not white. No one wears white after September.” I rifled through my spacious closet; why, oh why had I not listened to my mother this past summer and separated everything by color? This could be so much easier! “Ha, shorts and...a tank top?” There were a few cute guys at school...just a bit of skin...

“Young miss, your breakfast is ready,” Woo’s serious voice announced from my door.

“Holy crap, where did you come from?”

“Downstairs,” he replied, as if it were the most obvious answer in the world, which it was, but let’s pretend like it’s not, okay?

I narrowed my eyes. “Can breakfast wait until I’m dressed and I have my hair and make-up done?”

He barely inclined his head. “I’ll inform the chef to keep it in the microwave.” He left just as quickly as he had appeared. Forget him. Back to me (because I’m more important) and my clothes crisis. Maybe I didn’t want to wear this stupid tank top after all...I mean, it is kinda sheer...and even though it’s ridiculously hot outside this time of year, the lecture halls are always freezing...“What do I wear?!”

“Young miss, your breakfast,” Wooyoung called from down the hall.

Oh em eff gee, why is my door still open?! “It’s called shutting the dang thing!” I shrieked before slamming it shut. Ugh. My bodyguard, ladies and gentlemen. Has muscles, is stoic and friendly (if you call being courteous “friendly”), but...severely lacking in other departments. “Fine, I’m gonna go with...my favorite blue t-shirt!” You can never go wrong with a t-shirt. “I’ll be down in a minute!” I yelled because I knew he was going to come up again and say something about how we’re always running late because I take forever and blah, blah, blah...

My hair...okay. Can’t leave it down because Captain what’s-his-face royally screwed it up when he so rudely pulled me from my bed. Ponytail it is. “Marvelous,” I crooned to my reflection. Damn, I’m pretty. Now time for the make-up. Bit of blush, bit of lip gloss...smoky eyes...and bam! Done. Off to see the Wizard. Well, if the Wizard was six feet tall, Korean, spikey hair with no hat, actually pretty young (only 22 while I’m 20), and isn’t exactly...magical (though questionable with how fast he gets around the mansion), then yes, the Wizard himself.

I opened my door to find him standing right beside it in the small hallway leading down the stairs, and right as I did so, his eyes opened and looked me up and down, as if examining me for my appearance...what the hell? I could see the slight shaking of his head, as if disappointed with my looks.

“If you have any comments, just tell me.” My attempts to act sweetly around him definitely needed more effort put into it, but he wasn’t exactly someone I’d be willing to waste my precious efforts on anyway.

“Please eat your breakfast, young miss. Chef Ok is waiting for you to ‘comment’ on it once more, and after that, we’ll be leaving in approximately 15 minutes.”

“Whatever.”

A/N: As the title says, this is simply a repost, with no editing done to it whatsoever. With the overly sophisticated exit of our Senior Mod, she has not bothered to send this story from her account to mine before deactivation, though I still have the saved document. So, if you missed the EPIC-TASTIC-NESS of this story the first time, be sure to read =D

ANDI IS BACK =DDD

Andi: Yeah I am >.> icwudt...assbutt. :P LOVE YOU KARLO!

Warning: Caution as you proceed, make sure you are substantially hydrated.

-Karlo