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Amanda was up rather early than usual today, maybe because Summer break was finally over and it was her Senior year of high school and she was ready to get it started and over with. She reviewed herself over in the mirror before giving herself a reassuring nod then grabbing her purse and keys, heading out of her room and down the stairs. Amanda waltzed into the kitchen, happily as her mother and father stared at each other then back at her as she sat down at the table. "What?" She said with the shrug of her shoulders as her eyes bounced between the two of them. "Someone is mighty happy to be going to school today. What's the occasion?" Her father grimaced as she laughed while shaking her head. "Well, it's my Senior year so why wouldn't I be happy?" She sang then looked at the time. "And if I sit here and chat, I'm going to be late." She said while grabbing herself a banana and a small bottle of Orange Juice and walking outside the door and getting in her car.

After a few or so minutes of driving, she had finally reached the school and went to her newly assigned parking space. She pressed the button for her convertible top of her 2013 GT Mustang to be snapped back in place. She rolled her windows up then turned off her favorite Taylor Swift song, which was "Trouble". She got out of her car still singing a few of the lyrics from the song until she felt two arms being wrapped around her waist. "Uhmm, hello to you too, Scott." She scoffed while removing his arms from around her waist as she continued on walking. "Your not going to treat me like that all year, are you?" Oh, Scott was so dreamy. He put the Holy into Hollyfield Prep. Blonde hair, blue eyes, perfect, whiten teeth and a swimmer's body. Amanda always liked him but pushes him away every chance she gets. "I might." She playfully winked at him while taking her sunglasses off as she entered the building.

Her eyes fell upon someone with blue looking hair and rolled her eyes as she knew that it was Kang. She walked over to him and wrapped her arm around his. "Kang, promise me that you are not doing every color of the month again with your hair." She said with a plead tone in her voice. Amanda laughed a little then waited for his comment as she stopped by her locker, pulling him over towards her. "I'm listening. I thought you were through with that stage in your life." She looked at his hair then shuddered and rolled her eyes. "So, how was your Summer? Oh and did you hear that Miss Patterson quit and we got a new English teacher?" She grabbed her notebook and binder then sat her purse inside of her locker, closing it while gripping her books close to her. "Can't wait to see this new English teacher." She said with a slight eye roll then smiled brightly while bouncing a little bit. "Speaking of English, please tell me that you have it first period with me." She said while biting her bottom lip, hoping he was going to say yes.

The warning bell rung as she waved for him to hurry up and answer her question.

Kang-Dae’s summer had been like a paradise. He spent it mostly with his long time girlfriend Akanke. She had graduated from her high school during the summer. Currently she worked as a hair dresser and dance instructor in her town. She moved in with Kang-Dae during the summer and when she wasn’t at work she was spending it with Kang-Dae. Kang-Dae had spent some of his summer at summer school to earn more credits. During the summer Kang-Dae’s school offered courses for students that could go towards graduation. A lot of the courses that Kang-Dae took over the summer where courses that not only he needed to pass out of Hollyfield, but also college courses. At first it had just been to get out of Hollyfield early but then he picked up a couple fun courses and like horseback riding and ball room dancing. This summer he had took a level two chef class and level five mechanics class with his regular college classes. He surprised Akanke with breakfast in bed and a little metal locket he made. When summer school finished the couple went traveling. Kang-Dae took her to Paris, Hong-Kong, and lastly his home in South Korea. His parents had just adored Akanke.

Yes. The summer had been beautiful, a never endless playlist of love songs and sweet kisses. He had woken up this morning to a cold bed but the smell of cooked fish in his nostrils. He padded into the kitchen to find his girlfriend. Akanke had a shift at the hair salon today. So she was dressed to impress. Her makeup was a perfect smoky cat eye paired with peach lip gloss. Her long hair had been twisted up into an elegant up do with a few strands escaping to trail down her neck. She wore leather black leggings, black ballet flats, and black tank top under her black uniform apron. She set breakfast in front of him coffee, a grilled salmon omelet, and a small tomato salad.

As they ate breakfast Akanke would pat nervously at her hair. During the summer Kang-Dae had wanted to dye his hair, Akanke being the nice girlfriend she was had decided to do it with him. Both choose a color that would fit the other. Akanke had chosen a bright blue for him and Kang-Dae had chosen a light blue for her. Akanke was still trying to get used to the unnatural color. Kang-Dae felt the light color brought out her tan skinned nicely.

“Are you ready for school?” Akanke asked.

Kang-Dae shrugged. “I’m ready to see my friends but not the rest of those stupid fuckers.”

Akanke understood him. She had gone to school with some stupid people also.

After finishing breakfast Kang-Dae showered with his favorite old spice body wash, washed his hair, and styled it into a messy frohawk. He wore his uniform with the tie loose, the top two buttons unbutton, his shirt untucked, his pants were shoved into black combat boots. He had thrown a vest over his short sleeved shirt with the school’s symbol on the front. He wore a big silver hoop in his left ear (one he knew Akanke had the matching one in her right) and a dangling blue feather earing in his right ear. He grabbed his bag and the lunch Akanke made for him.

The two hoped into his car, a custom black Cadillac CTS V 2014 with all black interior and one way black tinted windows , Kang-Dae dropped her off at her job stole a kiss, and went to school booming Kendrick Lamar’s ‘Bitch Don’t Kill My Vibe.’

“Talk too motherfucking much, I got my drink I got my music
I say - Bitch don't kill my vibe”

Kang-Dae grabbed his bag and walked into the building when he was spotted by one of his two friends on campus Amanda. The girl had become like a sister to him, just as Ash was his brother.

“Amanda I’ll do what I want with my own hair. Akanke dyed her hair to match mine. I will change the color whenever I damn please also! If I want pink poka-dots then I will have dotted hair.” The words were said in a teasing tone.

Amanda and he had started being friends in sophomore year when he changed the color of his hair every month. At some point he had done tiger stripes. A smile settled over his face when he thought of his summer. He showed Amanda the new tattoo on his left wrist. The cursive words Akanke in black decorated his wrist. “My summer was great. I spent it with Akanke. You also know I went to summer school, and traveled. Yes I have English with you. I also have lunch, free period, and gym with you. I believe Ash has those same classes, you also know besides those classes I’m talking business and math classes. I know that we have a new English teacher my mother told me, something about letters.” Kang-Dae took out a stationary set from his bag and opened the red box to show a paper with cherry blossom print, three pens, and three different colored ink bottles. The paper smelled strongly of cherry blossoms. “Mom used it as a chance to buy a shit tone of stationary kits. I think I got fifty of these now.”

He closed the box when the bell rang and both he and Amanda went to class where they found their friend ash sitting at a table with four seats. Kang-Dae and Amanda sat down next to Ash, as they waited for the teacher to arrive. Before the tardy bell run Scott, Amanda’s fan boy sat in the only open seat in the room, which happened to be right across from Amanda. Before anyone at the table could tell him to move the teacher walked in.

Molly sucked in a deep breath, much like any other morning. She started most days this way, still laying on the cot on the floor of what doubled as her living room and bedroom, eyes closed, sucking in deep breaths. She listened to the sounds of the world around her, the screaming of her neighbors downstairs, the crying of the new baby next door, the sounds of girls playing hopscotch in front of her apartment building. She rolled over onto her stomach with a sigh before heaving herself into a kneeling position, hands resting on the wall in front of her. Her eyes remained closed until she heard the buzz of her phone against the wooden floor.

Molly didn't like to use her phone more than necessary. She had a pretty basic phone, it was cheap, and it wasn't a flip phone. It was touch screen, and slid up to show a hidden keyboard, and the only numbers in it were her grandparents and the only app was pandora. Aside from that, it was filled with music of almost every genre. New artists and old artists filled countless playlists, and she listened to it all with the same enthusiasm. This morning, her grandmother was calling.

"Hola," she mumbled, standing and shuffling slowly into the kitchen. "Yeah, I'm up." Her grandmother rambled on about needing things after Molly got off of work, but Molly didn't listen entirely to what she was saying. Grabbing an apple from the fridge, she jumped to sit on top of her counter. "No, I'm not sitting on the counter. I'll call you after work. I need to get ready for school." Molly slid down, landing on the floor with a simple, hollow thud. "Yes I'm going to school. I love you, bye."

She loved her grandparents dearly, but they were clingy and controling. They hated that she straightened her naturally curly hair, as she did now, staring into the cracked mirror in her bathroom. She liked her hair, when it cooperated with her, but mostly because it was long enough to cover the fresh tattoo that lay hidden between her shoulder blades. It was a bass clef in a heart, to partner the treble clef necklace she never took off.

Turning on the television, Molly began flipping through the channels to MTV so she could listen to music while she got dressed. The first day of school, for her, meant she wore a dress. She had one in mind for the day, a white, strapless lace dress with a magenta ribbon tied around the waist. The ribbon matched her magenta and grey vans, which she slipped on before going back to the bathroom to do her makeup. She liked looking cute at the beginning of the school year. Molly spent her entire summer working multiple jobs, which put a decent amount of money in her pocket to be spent on bills and groceries as well as luxeries like clothes, makeup, and nail polish. Currently, her nails were painted a grey to match her shoes and the bandana she tied in her hair. To finish her outfit, she slid a pair of jean shorts on underneath her dress, and added lipgloss.

The walk to Riverview wasn't an especially long one. The girls were still playing hopscotch. She waved at them and they waved back. She made a left, then a right, another right, another left, and walked on. She passed a man in an uncomfortable looking buisiness suit. What's he even doing in this neighborhood? She thought to herself. The neighborhood wasn't especially bad, just filled with people of minimal money working shitty jobs and barely getting by. This man, in his fancy suit, did not belong. She kept her thoughts to herself and walked into school, putting her headphones in and holding her purse a little closer. She clutched two binders close to her chest, one filled with several notebooks with the titles of her classes written on their cover, the other filled with extra paper and doodles and notes.

Molly slipped into English quietly, bobbing her head to I Know How To Say by 3Oh!3, and sat down in a seat in the back. She didn't bother turning down her music. It was loud enough to block out everyone else, but not loud enough for them to hear it, and that's how she liked it. She had a feeling it would be the only thing getting her through the school day, but one more year in this hell hole and she was free to go wherever she wanted.

Lucy groaned and rolled out of bed. Knowing there was no-one there to help her sort her stuff out every morning wasn't much encouragement, to be completely honest. She heard yelling from bellow, with what appeared to be a man screaming for no reason and a woman wailing like a baby. She ignored it the best she could and got dressed - a black short sleeved shirt with an 'Asking Alexandria' logo and black skinny jeans. The first thing of a morning she could find, really. Her white hair had a streak of pink in it, which she rather liked, near the front. Considering she enjoyed putting minimal effort into appearance, she didn't bother to do anything with her hair. She stuffed a pen in her pocket (while picking up her backpack), grabbed a cereal bar from her kitchen counter, she pulled on a black, well worn leather jacket and left. It was far too quiet in the neighborhood right now.

She quickened her pace, tightening her jacket around her. She wasn't particularly scared, just annoyed. It was cold and she was forced to walk to school every day, even when failing majority of classed. She grumbled and moaned to herself, before just deciding to put in headphones. She blared the loudest 'screamo' music she could, just for the fun of it.

Finally getting into school, she slipped into the back of class and sat down. She lifted her feet onto the table and began her normal routine - daydreaming.

Amanda walked to class with Kang then sat at a table with four seats, with their friend Ash. "To be honest, Kang, I don't think this Askank or whatever is the best girlfriend for you. But who am I to come between true love." She said with a serious tone while looking at Scott, who just happen to sit across from her. She rolled her eyes and sighed then looked towards Kang, shaking his head. Ash started writing on a piece of paper then threw it towards Amanda. "Really Ash?" She balled up the paper then got up and tossed it in the trash can. The note read 'Here comes your little puppet'. As she was walking back towards her seat, the teacher had walked in. Amanda froze as she stood their curly the end strands of her hair with a playful smirk spreading across her face.

"I think I might have a new play toy." She winked towards Kang.

"Hello class. I am..." The teacher then turned around and started writing on the chalkboard. "Mr. Daniels." He said while turning back around towards the class with a smile. Amanda raised her hand then leaned back in her seat when she was called upon. "So, you married? Kids? We need details about you." Most the class laughed but the others just gave her a look. The teacher had a serious look on his face then placed his hands down on the desk. "That is really none of your business." He said. Amanda rolled her eyes then huffed while leaning back in her chair.

As class went on, with Mr. Daniels calling roll and marking who was there and who wasn't, with a few minutes he proposed a question, which was extra credit for those that participated. "Okay, class, who knows what a Pen Pal is?" He asked while looking at most of the confused faces in the class. "Anyways, this is not mandatory but I will offer extra credit for those who are willing to give it a shot." Mr. Daniels bit his bottom lip in anticipation, wondering who was going to step up first. "I'll do it!" Amanda said excitedly as he nodded his head with a smile. "Oh, I should let you guys know that we will be writing to the kids over at Riverview." All the kids exclaimed when he said those words and he tried to calm the class down but to no avail.

The bell rang and English was finally over as Mr. Daniels wanted the participates that were willing to try out the Pen Pal idea to stay after class. "Alright guys, I'll make this brief..." He said while handing the participates pieces of folded up paper. "That holds the name of your Pen Pal. Don't open them yet, wait til you outside of this classroom. You guys are dismissed." Amanda got up and basically stormed out of the room, furious that she had to write to those hoodlums from Riverview. Just thinking about made her skin crawl.

At her locker, she opened the envelope then raised a brow at the name. "Molly Ravin? What the hell kind of name is that?" She scoffed while closing her locker and turning towards Kang. "Okay, it's free period, so what do you want to do?" She asked him with a raised brow, not really caring who he got as his Pen Pal or not. "I am thinking about dropping this project, for real." She commented while shaking her head, leaning up against her locker. "Kill me now." She sighed to herself while waiting to see what Kang wanted to do.

Kang-Dae raised an eyebrow at Amanda. “Amanda you never think anyone is good for anyone, that Brad on the foot teams two year girlfriend? You said the same thing and they got married last year. So for you to say that my future must be bright. You also haven’t met A-K-A-N-K-E yet. It’s also pronounced ah-kahn- KAY and like the meaning of her name she is very loveable at first meeting.”

Then on second thought, looking at his only female friend, Amanda tended to do things that pushed people’s buttons. Akanke had a tendency for also over reacting. He loved his girlfriend but she wasn’t perfect just last week she had to be pulled off a girl in the mall. Akanke claimed she had started the fight, knowing her tract record it was believable, but that’s not how you’re supposed to act. So with the help of Kang-Dae they were slowly straightening out her character flaw. “You know what…No I don’t think you should meet my girlfriend…I can see you messing up her name on purpose and then her getting anger. “

Ash looked up at the mention of Akanke’s name having met his girlfriend over the summer already. “Are you guys talking about that fine diva you keep all to yourself!” Ash was clearly named after his coloring because the guy was pale, pale blonde hair, pale skin, and pale gray eyes. He was on the football team and had his own horde of fan girls, who all found him handsome.

Kang-Dae thought his friend was decent. He was also a heterosexual guy so he wasn’t attracted to his best friend at all. Best friend or not Kang-Dae still slapped him upside the head for talking about his girl like that.
Ash rubbed his head and glared at Kang-Dae.

That’s when Scott came to the table sending winks at Amanda that just made him look stupid. Who does that anymore?
Right after Scott (Amanda was trying to ignore his being) the teacher came in. He had all the female students’ eyes. Of course Amanda being who she was flirted with him, and Scott looked pissed glaring at the new teacher. There was a side to Amanda that was different than the one she always presented to the world. It was flirty and fierce. He didn’t know why she did it sometimes but she usually hated her flirty side.

Kang-Dae did not reply to the toy comment instead he rolled his eyes at her. Amanda wasn’t stupid enough to actually start something with the new teacher. It would not only ruin her but also the teacher for life, and Amanda was too nice to do something like that. If she was he would either drop their friendship or tell her she was being stupid. Kang-Dae did not deal with stupid people. They tended to make stupid decisions while you are with them, sometimes leading to very dire situations.

When Mr. Daniel’s told the class about pen pals Kang-Dae understood his mother’s stationary gifts. Of course Amanda was the first to raise her hand. Scott being her loyal puppy came second, the rest of the class followed after them. Kang-Dae last when Ash glared at him. Kang-Dae wasn’t upset that they were sending letters to Riverview. After all, his girlfriend and her friends graduated from there. What he was concerned about was that the stationary kit him mother bought would be probably wasted on someone who didn’t know the significance. Most of the paper was very expensive each piece made from hundreds of flowers. But his mother had bought multiply of the same ones so he should be good. She had also bought it with the intent that he would use it for school.

So Kang-Dae would just do that. When Kang-Dae saw the name on his slip of paper, Lucy O'Donovan, he knew who he was writing before he even started. Lucy was one of the few people Akanke had mentioned when talking about Riverview. She was one of the few people Akanke had like there, and that was saying something. Though the two hadn’t meet personally Akanke had ran into her a couple times. She said the girl was decent, which translated to ‘she didn’t try to start shit with me in the halls.’ Lucy was a known bad ass of Riverview , she had also helped create CD’s for the cheerleaders to work with. Some of which had been music she had done herself. When Akanke had played them he had been very impressed.

Kang-Dae had not artistic ability at all. This pen pal project would be very interesting to say the least. He had raised an eyebrow at Amanda’s dramatic reaction to the pen pal project. He didn’t know a Molly, and kept his thoughts about his pen pal to himself. Ash stood on the other side of Amanda laughing at her ire.

“I, am going to write out my letter to my pen pal in the library. If you don’t want the project go tell your new toy to give you something else. I’m keeping this.” After that he headed off to the library to start his letter and drink some tea in a thermos he brought. He didn’t really look to see if Amanda or Ash would follow they could do what they want really.

In the library he took out the stationary kit and his thermos. took a swig of peach tea before starting, wiped down the table the table of any debris. He set out a sheet of the cherry blossom paper and filled a pen with a dark pink ink. The words he wrote were elegant but readable script from years of calligraphy practice. His whole mind was on the letter. Once finished he reviewed his work. The letter was quite short.

“Hello, Lucy O'Donovan

My name is Kang-Dae Park, I am a student at Hollyfield. I have heard of you before this through my girlfriend Akanke. She graduated last year from Riverview and was on the cheerleading team there. She has told me that you are “awesome people” as she says since you made mix tapes and CD’s for the cheerleaders practice. If you don’t remember this that is fine, it was possibly a long time ago. Let our letters be a fun exchange. The paper I am writing on is a paper made from the pulp of a hundred cherry blossoms and smells heavily of the flower. It has a print of cherry blossom trees on it by one of Korea’s best artist. I ask you to please be careful when reading this the paper is very delicate.

Sincerely, Kang-Dae Park.”

The letter was short and by the time he was done the ink was dry. He blew on it and shook it out for good measure before folding it and placing in carefully into an envelope made of the same paper. He closes the envelope with a sticker of a cherry blossom. (The box held stickers also, very convenient.)

Once finished he gets up and takes the letter to Mr. Daniels, who’s surprised but relieved look has Kang-Dae raising his eyebrows. So Mr. Daniels had thought no one was going to do the letter? Well Kang-Dae’s homework was finished for the week in this class.

Molly leaned back in her chair, dozing softly. In her dream, she was running down a seemingly never-ending hallway, getting absolutely no where. As she ran, she stumbled, falling and slamming her head into the floor.
"Ow," she mumbled, rubbing her forehead where it smashed into her desk. Her head hurt slightly, and her vision was blurry, but after shaking her head for several seconds, she deemed herself fine.
There was a small slip of paper on her desk. It read, "Your penpal is Amanda Pierce." Molly wrinkled her nose in disgust. The idea of having a penpal wasn't bad, but this girl, Amanda Pierce, had the name of some stuck up supermodel's infuriating spawn. Molly wanted nothing to do with this stupid project if her penpal was some stuck up Hollyfield brat.
She turned to face the girl next to her, a girl she thought had the name of Lucy. "What do you think about all this bull?" Her voice was kind of low since everyone else appeared to be busy writing to whomever it was they were assigned to. Molly hadn't even gotten out paper, let alone considered what she might say to some girl with the name of Amanda Pierce.
She let her fingers twirl her pencil, let the idea of telling off some stranger play through her mind. She could put down twenty bucks to say this kid was a rich, single child, brat, just because she went to Hollyfield. Molly let her money sit safely in her wallet and pulled out a notebook.

"To Miss Amanda Pierce,"

The letter looked ugly already, but Molly kept going.

"My name is Molly Ravin. I'm a senior at Riverview. I'm a dancer, ballet mostly, but hip hop too. I'm good with computers and can jailbreak just about any electronic. I love music, and singing. I guess that's a little about me, if you care to know it."

The thought of some stranger knowing about her was awful, but still, Molly kept going.

"I think this project is stupid, but let's make the best of it anyway, okay? Our schools may be rivals, but that doesn't mean we have to be."

Her letter, altogether, wasn't more than a few sentences, barely a paragraph if you could even call it that, but in the end, though she still considered it an ugly group of letters and symbols, Molly was rather proud of the paper. She folded it into three even sections, tucked it into the complimentary envelope that her teacher had so kindly passed out, and closed it, folding the lid inside the envelope instead of licking it. Such a gross thing to do, she thought to herself as she wrote her penpal's name as neatly as she could on the front.
Molly plugged her headphones back into her ears, nodding her head to Eminem. She slid the envelope to the top right corner of her desk, leaning back in her chair to stare at it. Maybe Amanda wouldn't be too bad. Maybe she'd be nice or something, and maybe Molly wouldn't be upset about talking to her. Molly chuckled. Maybe not.

Lu-Lu had swiftly left the classrooms and took the slip of paper the teacher had put on her desk. She didn't want to take part in this stupid project. Some snobby nosed brat would be telling her all about their wonderful life and their feelings and other things she couldn't care less about. She opened the slip as she headed to the library. 'Kang-Dae Maxilmillion Park' she thought to herself. 'What a stupid name, fucking chinkey.' Lucy never was too keen on racism but with a name like that she couldn't help but think the worst. Some know it all genius wanting to know about her life? No. Just no. And seriously, "Park"? like a dog's park? She sighed. It wasn't worth making assumptions about this kid right now, though, she had heard his name before. One of the cheerleaders were always talking about him.

She moved quietly to the back of the library and took out a notepad and pen. She began to write a letter to her pen-pal:

"Dear Kang-Dae,

I'm Lucy. Erm. Not quite sure what you'd want to know about me. I think I've heard of you before, like, once, from some cheerleader or something when I was forced to help them with a CD a very long time ago. She's gone now, I think. I'm 18... and um... Yep. That's it, really. Not too much of an interesting person, me. But what about you?

~Lucy

She folded the letter neatly and slipped it inside the envelope it came with. She licked the lid and sealed it shut, then swiftly put it in her jacket pocket. Maybe this asian guy wouldn't be too bad. Be quite funny if he wasn't even asian. She chuckled to herself at the though of a full British/American with the name 'Kang-Dae'

Amanda sighed as Kang-Dae basically blew up on her and Ash, who stared at each other then shrugged their shoulders, following him. "He seems like he's a changed man." Ash said towards Amanda, who waved her hand. "We're seniors, we're all changing." She said with a smile as they entered in the library. They had to be quiet and do something productive, which for them was to write to their new pen pal. Amanda pulled out a sheet of paper and a pen, clicking it and started writing.

"Dear Molly,

First of all, I'm a senior at Hollyfield Prep and honestly, we're not all rich and live the luxury life as you make think. We're almost like you guys at Riverview, just with a little more sense and a lot more intelligence..."

She smirked and laughed a little while continuing.

"I am sorry, maybe that wasn't nice to say on the first letter. Anyways, I am captain of the cheerleading squad here, love to sing, dance, read and write. I also love the basic things of life like eating, drinking and sleeping. I honestly don't what else to say, mainly because I think this project is silly and dumb but I got talked into doing it. So, I hope to here back from you whenever you get out of the juvenile center or whatever."

-Amanda.

She grabbed an envelope and licked it while pressing it down and walking alongside with Kang-Dae. "You're not mad at me, are you?" Amanda asked sincerely while hooking her arm with his as they entered Mr. Daniel's class and handed him their letters. She blushed slightly then spoke. "Ash should be bringing his in a moment." She told him while walking out of his classroom and going towards her car, unlocking it as she was searching for her pom-poms, hoping she didn't leave them at home.

Kang-Dae narrowed his eyes at Amanada. He had not been overly pleased with her little spat earlier about RiverView. Kang-Dae didn't like stupidity. That included intolerance for others, but as someone who did their best to try to use the principles of tolerance he would simply over look her immature words. Amanda was still in high school after all, sometimes Kang-Dae forgot that his friends hadn't dealt with the life experience that he had. That they still hadn't grown up as much as him.

Kang-Dae had been on his own when he came to this school. He had no parents, no family, no friends, just some money in the bank. Sure that had helped make the transition easier but it didn't help him when he needed it. Money wasn't a parents advise, or a friends congratulations. So Kang-Dae had to make his own decisions and judgments. He was responsible for himself. He bought his own groceries, made sure his bills were paid, and that he knew how to cook for himself. This reason alone was why he couldn't get along with most of the kids at HollyField. The teens here acted like arrogant peacocks that felt they should have something because of a name or even because their parents were so and so.

It was the most stupidest thing Kang-Dae had every damn seen. Here in america the Park clan held no really value but in the east the Park Clan was royalty. Kang-Dae had to only step out side and a flock of people would be at his side trying to get his attention. Kang-Dae had world leaders calling him, celebrities invited him to parties, and companies wanted to use his image.

This was all because his last name was Park.

Since coming to America Kang-Dae had woken up, not being around people who constantly kissed your ass helped. So Kang-Dae understood the students at Riverview and related to them more. If the school had a better reputation Kang-Dae would of went there.

Amanda and Ash had grown up to a certain degree but they still hadn't really woken up. So sometimes Kang-Dae felt himself getting irritated with his friends. He wasn't one to bottle up his emotions, he would let it be known how he felt, so when Amanda asked her question he had curled his lips in a humorless smile.

"Yes I am. I find your view on others sometimes....judgmental. But I am also a guy who fucking hates everyone in this damn school so I don't give a damn." His smile stopped when he thought of the peacocks he went to school with....the pricks..

He unhooked Amanda's arm from his finding her to close for comfort. During the summer that had been his girlfriends spot. She had hooked her arm through his, so now he didn't want any girl holding him like that. He had allowed Amanda do it for awhile because she was his friend but the gesture had become uncomfortable.

Kang-Dae flicked her in the forehead. "Andy you need to fix that, or else you'll never get married."

He turned on his heel and headed to his next classes a double period of business math.

Molly's feet moved slowly, sluggishly carrying her towards history. She kept her headphones in, though no music was currently playing, and weaved around students robotically. School was always harder after first period, she decided, side-stepping a girl hellbent on knocking Molly over. If Molly had had half a mind, she'd have tripped the girl, but instead, she used her free hand to smooth down her dress in the front and the back and took a deep breath.

"Something's got to give," she muttered, not directly to anyone, but as a reminder to herself to let loose every once in a while. Recently Molly had been so high strung that she couldn't even enjoy the satisfaction of tripping a girl running in the halls, or the fact that for once in several months, she actually looked like a girl. She moved her hair over her shoulder, revealing her tattoo to the world, though it didn't bother her like it normally would have. She was quite pleased with it now that it had healed completely. The idea of having a tattoo still didn't sit right with Molly, and it was something she felt she should hide, not be proud of, but with her music blaring, oblivious to the world, she did feel quite proud of herself for sitting through the pain. In fact, she was proud of herself for dealing with the pain of school too, and of home, and work, and everything that had ever gone wrong in her life.

"Molly!" A girl from one of Molly's classes came over. Molly couldn't place the girls' face or name, but she greeted the her with a smile right up until the girl asked if Molly had done some homework packet that was given out at the end of the last school year, which of course Molly knew nothing about. Instead of answering, she put her headphones back in, turned, and walked into her class, sitting somewhat in the middle of the classroom, and put her head down.

Molly regretted not bringing a hoodie, which on any other day she would have, because she used the hood to cover her head when she no longer felt like dealing with her classmates. It sucked, and kind of pissed Molly off, but she buried her head in the crook of her arm and let herself drift between being awake and asleep. She'd get over it. Eventually.

Lucy sighed, wondering the corridors. She was bargaining, inside her head of course, whether to go to class or not. If she didn't, she could be caught and given detention. She didn't mind too much, gave her extra chance to sleep. If she went to class she could sit at the back and doodle over the desks. The second option was somewhat more appealing to Lu-Lu, as she'd get to showcase her artistic "prowess" by drawing indecent and dirty things on the desk.

She wandered into her class, getting glares from a few of the students. Her mind began to wonder why when she realised who it was - the cheerleaders. They must have remembered her shenanigans with the CD. She had often made CDs of her own music and mixes of other songs to fit the person or audience, but Lu-Lu wasn't a big fan of these girls. They'd constantly bullied and teased others - for no reason. Whereas Lucy would only bully or tease if she had a reason to hate or dislike that person.

She had mixed a bunch of sounds from sex tapes into some songs, and the last one which was meant to be the soundtrack to their finale was a plain soundtrack to some sort of pornography. Not just any sort of pornography, though. One of the cheerleaders had a sex tape, and she had used that. Everyone had recognized her voice from it and she moved school soon after.

Smiling at the thought, Lucy moved to the back of the class and sat at the back of the room, beginning to doodle with a pencil on the desk.