--Third Person's POV--

Swish. Swish. Swish.

The mop slid against the floor, leaving water everywhere.

"Hurry it up Lee Byunghun, we don't got all day."

It's L.Joe. He mentally corrected.

"I know, I know, the big party and all. I'm trying my best." he replied.

"Well in this world kid, if ya want money, your best isn't enough!"

The sudden yell awakened L.Joe and he sped up his duties. He needed the money. His parents died in an accident he never knew much about, so he was on his own. Then the orphanage took him in. Now he does work to earn an extra buck now and then whenever he can.

"That just about does it," sighed L.Joe.

"Took ya long enough," complained the man, "Here's your 6 dollars."

"Thanks."

L.Joe strolled down the road to the orphanage for the sun was setting.

"Yo, L.Joe. Wanna shoot some hoops?" came a familiar voice.

"No thanks Chunji, maybe another day."

"Ooh, so you wanna go talk to some girls?" he suggested.

L.Joe shook his head with a smirk on his face as he continued walking.

L.Joe felt like an owl, only wanting sleep throughout the day. However, tonight's sleep is important. He needed energy for tomorrow.

The first day of 11th grade.