Chapter One

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Irene is a misbehaved juvenile. She starts trouble in school as well as at home, everywhere she goes in fact. As long as there's Irene, there's trouble.

However, Wendy is the exact opposite. She is a well mannered lady who does well in school and is friends with everyone. She's even won awards from her city and in school for what a good person she is.

When Irene crosses the line, her mother sends her off to boarding school in Canada, where Irene will meet a girl named Wendy.

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"IRENE, GET DOWNSTAIRS, NOW!" Irene heard her mother yell. She rolled her eyes and put her phone down, running downstairs. "What now?" Irene asked. She was already annoyed despite the fact that she hadn't even been downstairs for a minute.

"Explain this to me." Irene's mother said, holding a paper up to her face. It was a printed out screenshot of messages Irene had sent to a classmate. "Explain what?" Irene asked. "Explain why you sent these horrific messages!" Irene's mother screamed. "She deserved it." Irene responded monotony. "Nobody deserves to be told to kill themselves, Irene! What has gotten into you? You get worse everyday!" her mother continued to shout. Irene just sat there and rolled her eyes.

"I don't know how you came out like this. Me and your father are such kind hearted souls... Where'd I go wrong?" Irene's mom cried, holding her face in her hands. Irene brushed it off and went up to her room after her father went into the living room to comfort his wife.

"She's so annoying with that. She has the same routine everyday. Call me downstairs, yell at me, have a breakdown." Irene thought to herself. She went into her room and locked the door. She picked her phone up again and texted a group chat with all of her friends from school.

🍓 Best Friends 💜

Irene 💗
my mom found out
about the messages

Irene 💗
do you think that
cunt told anyone?

Bogum 😵‍💫
probably

Bogum 😵‍💫
her being a snitch
is the reason we
sent her those
messages. how is
that idiot not getting
the memo?

Hyoyeon 💋
well how else would
your mom have found
out if that bitch didn't
tell anyone?

Irene 💗
that's true.. ugh,
she's so annoying

Irene 💗
so? are your moms
giving you shit too?

Irene 💗
my mom's having a
fucking breakdown

Bogum 😵‍💫
my mom doesn't care
at this point. whatever
happens, happens

Hyoyeon 💋
lucky asshole. my mom
is always giving me shit,
even if i havent done
anything

Hyoyeon 💋
yesterday she was yelling
at me because i was "in
my room for too long"

Hyoyeon 💋
i was getting fucking
dressed. she's a crazy hag

Hyoyeon 💋
i wish i had bogum's mom

Irene 💗
me too

Bogum 😵‍💫
just because my mom
doesn't get mad at me
doesn't mean she's
normal

Bogum 😵‍💫
she's a pacifist and
always doing weird
hippie shit

Irene 💗
your mom being a
hippie can't be that
bad

Irene 💗
ugh my moms at the
door right now

Irene 💗
i'll BRB

Hyoyeon 💋
bye, good luck

Bogum 😵‍💫
good luck

Irene got up off her bed and unlocked her door. She saw her mom with a puffy face from crying and her father next to her. "What?" Irene asked. "I don't know how to say this since I'm still against the idea, but-" "Your mother and I are sending you to boarding school." Irene's father interrupted.

Irene was silent for a second, then burst out in laughter. "Haha! No, you're not. Delete whatever application you sent." Irene demanded. "Remember who's in charge here, Irene. Your plane will be here Friday. We've already enrolled you in a Canadian school for a semester and you have a family there to home you." Her father explained. "And you did all of this in 5 minutes?" Irene asked.

"This has been prepped for about a month. We decided to tell you now because of what you did. We originally were gonna tell you the day before you left." Her father added. "Well, get packing." Her father said before walking away with her mother.

Irene's eye twitched. She had so much rage and confusion in her body, it was unimaginable. She slammed her door and threw her clothes from her closet onto the floor, opening her suit case. She grabbed a paper and pen, writing a note.

Pack for me. After you pulled that shit, I'm not doing this by my fucking self!

Irene put the note on her pile of clothes and ran downstairs with her phone and house key. She didn't bother telling her parents where she was going, she never did. She opened her messaging app and texted her friends once again.

🍓 Best Friends 💜

Irene 💗
meet me at the park.

Irene 💗
right now!

Irene turned her phone off and started walking to the park. Hyoyeon and Bogum lived closed to the park than she did, she she expected them to be there by the time she arrived, and they were.

/ᐠ。ꞈ。ᐟ\ At the park

"Irene, what's up?" Bogum asked. Whenever Irene asked to meet up at the park, it was usually for important reasons. This time, it was beyond important.

"My parents are sending me to a fucking boarding school!" Irene screamed. "What!?" Hyoyeon said in disbelief. "When are you leaving!?" Hyoyeon asked. "Friday! I have to go to fucking Canada!" Irene complained. "At least you're not going to the burger country?" Bogum said, trying to light up the mood. "I fucking guess so." Irene rolled her eyes.

"How long will you be there?" Bogum asked. "An entire fucking semester." Irene said. "Well, that can't be all that bad, right?" He asked. "Bogum, I'm going across the world to a foreign country. I have to meet new people, make a new sleep schedule, and get used to a completely different education. It's gonna be fucking horrible!" Irene complained.

"Well, good luck Irene." Hyoyeon said before hugging her. Bogum hugged her as well. "We'll see you in a few months." Hyoyeon said sadly.

After some more chatting, the three eventually went their seperate ways and went home. Irene unlocked the door and went to her room to see all of her clothes neatly folded inside her suitcase, as well as hygiene products. She put the suitcase in her closet and went to bed. It was Wednesday, so she had one more day in Korea until she had to leave to a completely foreign country.

This was going to be the worst semester of Irene's life.

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