Fatal Community (Taemin fanfic)

(So, I guess I'll start with a prologue to see if anyone freakin likes my writing style and all that fuzz. XD please comment to tell me what you think, or vote --preferred-- or whatever. You know. BY THE WAY there will be foul language and alcohol later on. That's just who I am. I can't write anything without it. So yes, if you're one of "those people" then I wouldn't read it.)

Prologue:

I sat in my 4th period class with an extremely blank expression, and as usual, every word that flapped out of the teacher's face was going in one ear and out the other. I was preoccupied. I had much more important things to think about than how to spell the word 'exactly'. I was a senior in high school, and to me it seemed like the teacher figured we were elementary school students. I didn't blame her, most of the other students still acted like they were in kindergarten.

Another thing that was clouding my mind: the new kid from South Korea was in my next class. Everyone was talking about him today, mostly saying things like, "why did he just move here when there's only two weeks of school left?!". I sort of wondered that too, but I mean, what better time to move to a different school when there's only a couple weeks left and then, if you're like me and want nothing to do with college, you never have to enter a school building again?

The bell rang, and before I had the chance to get the hell out of this classroom, Ms. Brennan called, "Hey! Roselyn! Come here for a moment."

"Damn it," I mumbled and crossed the room to her desk. I stood in front of her, my long blond hair seeming a mess because of how sloppily I'd thrown my backpack over my shoulder.

"You didn't pay any attention today, did you?"

"No, why?"

"Roselyn... This is important information you'll need to utilize for the finals."

"Finals? It's my last year of school and I'm not going to college, so why should I-"

"You need to study," Ms. Brennan said firmly, handing me a thick packet, "this should help you. Even if you won't go to college now, you might change your mind someday, and making a good grade on your final exam will help you a lot in finding a good college or even just a good career."

I took the packet and huffed, turning away and heading for the door, as I fumbled with the packet and at the same time tried to fix my hair that was caught under my backpack's shoulder strap, I walked quickly onward to my favorite class. The only one I liked; Advanced Japanese Language class. I'd studied a lot before joining the class junior year. I started off in beginner, excelling so much that about 1/4 the way through the year the counselor bumped me up to the intermediate courses. Now I was in advanced, and the top student. Even the teacher, Mr. Watanabe, spoke to me only in Japanese after classes if I needed help.

(SO I guess in chapter 1 she'll meet Taemin... But I can't update for absolutely no reason! I can't make the first chapter if no one even likes the prologue! So please, tell me if its any good...)