(Next Day)

RIIINNNGGGGGGG!!! RIIINNNGGGGG!!! My ‘hardworking’ alarm clock screeched as I forced my right eyelid to open before slamming the alarm clock down with my heavy arm to seize the irritating ‘screeching’.

Before I could snuggle into my lovely nest of fluffy bed-sheets, pillows, blanket, bolster and stuff toys, Appa’s voice yelled from downstairs.

“YEENNNNAAAAA!!! WAKE UP NOWWWW!!! TODAY IS YOUR FIRST DAY AS A NERDY TRAINEEEEE!” Appa hollered. I gave a small grunt in annoyance before sitting up from my fetus-(sleeping) position in my messy, haggard-looking bed-hair. I rubbed my eyes for a ‘clearer’ vision and looked at the clock that was hanging on the turquois wall.

*The hour hand was in between 8 and 9, the minute hand was on 3…so it’s……*

“8.15!!! OH MY GAWD!” I yelped, ‘downloading’ the information into my head. Base on the usage of a propaganda technique called the logical fallacies.

1)I woke up at 8.15.

2)If you don’t reach SM by 8.45, you are late.

3)So in conclusion, you are going to be late.

My eyes widened as I cursed under my breath before changing into my ‘stylish’ clothes, did my hygiene thingy and literally zoooommmed out of the door. Luckily, Daddy was smart enough (as usual) , to buy a mansion near SM building. But, be it near or not, it was still kind of tiring to run like a lunatic!

(Daddy was still at home. He only need to be in his office by 12pm)

I glanced down at the white paper in my hands that had all of the needed informations. *Dazzle…where is room Dazzle……* I thought as I eyed all the taggings on the different training rooms as I walked past them.

*Gems…no…Shimmer…no…Glossy…nope…Dazzle…AH HAH!” I stared at the letters on a white door.

*Welcome to hell…haha just joking* I pushed up my glasses before knocking onto the door and entering. Inside the room were a female trainer and a few female trainees. There was also a large mirror on the wall!COOL!

“Oh! Hello! You must be the new trainee, Liyana! Come in, come in and introduce yourself.” The female trainer, Ms Baek, cheerfully said as I pushed my glasses up my bridge of my nose before giving a bow. I could feel the judging glares of the other trainees that were scanning my body.

“Annyeonghaseyo, I’m Yena but you can call me Liyana. I just came back from the US and I’m 18 this year. Thank you!” I d