A demigod at Shinhwa High (Boys over flowers and Percy Jackson crossover)

Chapter 3

Gahh!!! I hate this uniform. I looked at them mirror. How I wanted to tear—hey I look kind of cute.

It was my first day at Shinhwa High. I made tied my white hair into a messy braid and didn’t even bother to put on some make-up. My dad was my chauffeur for today. He decided to wear his suit, some sunglasses and a chauffeur’s cap. I laughed as he opened the door to the car. He looked like the mafia.

“Dad. You look ridiculous.” I said, laughing. “Is this really necessary.”

“Just get in.” I slide down the front seat.

The door slammed. Dad started the engine and then off we go.

“Hey, can I borrow your gun?” I asked.

“No. you’re not allowed to shoot these rich people.” He said as we stopped. I unbuckled my seatbelt and was about to open the car door when my dad stopped me.

“Wait.” He got out of the car and opened my car door.

“Princess Birdie.” He said doing a little bow.

I got out. “But you get to shoot rich people.”

“They’re bad rich people.”

“Oh, what’s the difference?” I said.

“Take care of yourself, sweetheart.” he said and got inside the car again.

I gave a little smile and wave.

“Do try not to blow up the pool or break somebody’s arm or..”

“I get it. I can’t promise though.” I sung. He started to drive.

I could hear him shout, “ha-ha..You wouldn’t last a week!”

“I love you too, dad.” I muttered. I can’t believe it. He has no complete faith in me.

I sighed and looked at the school. Some girls were snickering when they saw me. I ignored it.

“I’ll give me a month.”

Here I go.

I got lost nearly 5 times. And I’m late. I continued walking until I arrived in the woods. Soft violin sounds emitted from the place. Someone was here. I saw him; handsome, dyed strawberry blonde hair, tall and he was wearing a ridiculously white suit. He almost looked like a god. Apollo? No. He doesn’t have that arrogant aura. He is what Apollo would have been if he was into mystery and brooding.

His music was beautiful. I waited for him to notice me so I could ask directions.

He stopped. “Umm…Do you know where the main building is?”

He pointed north. I nodded and said thanks.

Today was the day when I met them. The F4. Seriously, I swear that’s a floor number.

“AH! It's F4! AHHHH!” some girl squealed.

Immediately, the students ran fast like an Aphrodite kid spotting a sale on Givenchy. There was a serious amount of squealing. The students then formed a crowd near the doorway.

Then they arrived. The squeals became 2x louder. I saw them walked inside like they own the place (which they sort of did). I furrowed my eyebrows. A look of contempt was probably plastered on my face. I don’t know if I wanted to laugh or look appalled. (I did a little bit of both.) Seriously, they were glowing! They acted like gods….Scratch that. Gods were more immature and destructive than this. Still, how could someone walk so slowly?