I am first year in high school, and I attend one of Korea’s most prestigious schools, Shinhwa High. Only the top brained students or the spoiled rich kids go there. How did I get it? Well my uncle happened to work there. He was known as the school’s best teacher. Anyone who had had him had gone to the best colleges in Korea. The pay wasn’t as good as you’d expect though, so my uncle, who thought of me as his daughter would guiltily send me off to cheap public school.

However, this spring my uncle passed away. I think the principal grieved most about it because the school’s reputation had just died. In his will, my uncle wrote that he wished that I, Lee Hyomin, would be able to go to Shinhwa. The principal honestly thought that I was a duplicate of my uncle (which, in truth I am the opposite) and gave me a full scholarship to the school including a weekly allowance of $500 to pay for my clothes, books, supplies, etc.

Anyways, my homeroom is 1-B, and it .

The teacher only pays attention to his best student, Choi Siwon, the girls always talk about guys, and all the boys hit on me with their lame tactics. I admit I am somewhat pretty. I’m not being vain or anything, but almost everyone says I look like a mash between SNSD Yoona, Yuri, and f(x)’s Sulli and Krystal. So pretty much the girls hate me for being pretty and the guys love me.

My grades? Average; actually above. Since I have nothing better to do I spend most of my time studying. Before I spent most of my nights with my friends so I had a D average, but now I am bored out of my head. I guess you could call me smart, and when I want to do something good I do it good. If I don’t care, I flunk it. So my school grades my have but my yearly exams were on the COUNTIRES best scores.

I spend all my time alone. I try to get out of school as fast as I can. Either that or I ditch. I frickin’ hate my school uniform. A skirt and a blouse: can’t get any worse than that. The colors are pretty damn ugly too. Blue. Not a pretty blue or the dark blue, the pukey, sky, ugly, kiddy blue. Also, they want you to wear KNEE SOCKS. Seriously? I’m surprised that the little fashionista girls in this school haven’t done anything about it. Honestly speaking though, I think they like it. Gross.

Today was the same ol’, same ol’. I went to school and entered my homeroom. The nicest guy in my class came up to me, “Hey!” He said smiling.

“What?” I death glared him.

“Why, can’t I say ‘hi’ to my best friend?”

“Best friend? Onew, I have so many better friends than you.” Yes, Onew. The chicken loving, good voiced movie star Onew.

“No you don’t. You’re always alone. I noticed.”

“How do you know? Stalker.” I replied opening up my book to read so that no one would talk to me.

“Well maybe I follow you around to see where you live sometimes.”

“Onew, you have so many better friends than me. They actually care about what you do. I don’t. Now just move your little along to…” I looked around the room. I randomly pointted to any guy. “Taemin. Now GO.” I pushed his with my pencil.

I was so tired. I had spent all last night studying for a test today. I looked up at the clock. Why the hell wasn’t the Teach here yet? The propped my feet up against my desk and carefully watched the door. Suddenly a boy with brown hair walked in. I stared as he made his way through the students, and found him crouching down next to me to make our faces the same level.

“What.” I asked.

“So, you’re Lee Hyomin, niece of Lee teacher.”

I put my feet down and stared.

“Yea, now what do you want?”

He stared hard into my eyes. Definitely the play boy type. “WHAT?” I yelled into his ear. He didn’t move. “Ohmigod!” I mumbled. I looked him straight in the eyes and tried not to punch him while talking. “Either tell me what you want or leave.” My words slurred together in order to stay calm. He stood up and held his hand out to me.

“Hey. I’m Kim Jonghyun. Well Lee teacher used to be my teach, so they transferred me to another class. The teacher flirts with me, and doesn’t know anything. So I refused too go to school until I had him as my teacher. Then I found out that his niece went here. So I had them transfer me to this class. This is my desk.” He said putting his backpack on top of mine. I bit my lip and stared with angry eyes.

“You know, you should be happy with what you have, and not be so picky. You should know that SOME people like my uncle had to go to a PUBLIC school, and never got the chance to come to a place like this. So you should just be a little grateful before I beat the crap out of you.” I said to him, giving him the same look he gave me. Jonghyun just scratched his head a bit, and called the teacher who I realized just arrived. “Yo! Teach. It’s me, and this won’t move. Outta. My. Seat.” The teacher looked at us with half closed eyes.

“Eh? Hyomin, move over please.” I stared at the teacher. “No.” I could tell that Teach was too lazy to deal with me so he said to Jonghyun, “I’m sorry, but we have a little problem. Would you mind taking the seat behind Miss Lee?”

“No prob.” I glared as he brushed past me. He smelled good.