Prolouge

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I stare at my three best friends, Wu Yi fan, Xi Luhan and Huang Zitao. As i point my gun at them.

"Why did you use me? Am i just a toy?" I said coldly, all this time, they we're using me? I should have known better.

Tears fell from their eyes, luhan took a step.

"Don't go near me! You monsters! Now, my uncle is dead!" I shouted and I held my gun tightly.

"Please min ji, we didn't kill your uncle..believe us!" Kris said, then kris tackled me to the ground.

"Let me go!" I shouted at him, i dropped my gun, kris was hugging me. But i was pushing him away.

"Min ji, we didn't do it! It was Minho!" Tao explained, i shook my head as a 'no', he would never do that!

*BANG*

My eyes widen with fear, and mostly anger. They were right it was HIM.

Why didn't I beleive them? Now kris was shot!

He was laughing as he disappeared.

"KRIS! NO!" He was shot, kris w-was shot.

...

I open my eyes and i was breathing heavily.

That was years ago, when kris was shot, i never saw him again, even luhan nor tao.

I woke up that time lying in a hospital bed, my brother, jong-in was there. But not them, i miss them so much.

I was wrong of accusing them, now, they are nowhere to be found.

*knock knock*

"Majesty? Your going to be late for school" My personal maid said.

"Okay, i'll be down" I replied, i did my personal stuffs and got my bag, wallet and went down.

I open my wallet and smiled, we were all happy back then. I immediately closed my wallet and put it inside my bag.

"Have you seen my brother?" I ask harold, my brother's personal butler.

"Yes, majesty. He just left a while ago, he has to meet his gang" he said, i nod. Jong-in never let me see his gang, he always sees mine, but his gang? Never.

My gang and i always stick together, call me weird or whatever but my gang mates are ALL boys.

By the way, i'm Kim Min Ji, I'm a gangster so don't mess with me. Again, call me arrogant, but seriously, don't mess with me. I'm over-protective when it comes to my gang mates.

Oh well, better safe than sorry. I ate my breakfast and got into my car, and drove to my new school.







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