Cliques (K-Pop High School)

One

Let's begin this story by giving you some background information about our five main characters. We are following the story of a very interesting family. You see, from a very young age, our five protagonists were adopted by a nice couple who have ever since raised them as their own. They have grown up together and for all of their lives have been extremely close. But now - ever since they have moved from their old house - have been branching off away from each other. Moving house also came at the cost of moving school, meaning they had to make new beginnings. Right now our protagonists are waking up for their first day of school.

"Oi Humail get yo ass outta bed!" Abbie screamed from outside Humail's bedroom door.

"LANGUAGE!" Laila shouted from her room.

"Mum and dad aren't home Laila!" Steph - who was fully dressed - leaning beside Humail's door, yelled back.

"CAN YOU ALL SHUT UP, I'M TRYING TO APPLY MY EYELINER OVER HERE!" Sophie screamed from her bathroom, somehow loud enough for everyone in the house to hear.

"Oh, 'sorry'," Steph replied sarcastically rolling her eyes.

"Well someone's in a mood." Abbie teased leaning beside Steph.

Steph's only response was to sigh and make her way downstairs, she decided to sit on the couch while her siblings took their time getting ready. They currently had twenty minutes until school started and they had to make the journey by foot. Not to mention the fact that Humail still hadn't woken up. It was quite ironic because he was the smartest of the five, but late night TV show binging wasn't one of his smartest decisions. But nevertheless he finally woke up and was able to get ready quickly, giving them ten minutes to get to school, their parents had trusted them to get there by themselves. They had visited the school once just to learn the route and all had GPSes on their phones anyway. So stepping out of the house and making sure the door was locked behind them the five ran to school, Humail wasn't too pleased about that but it was his fault anyway. They had only one minute left when they had reached the school's gate and were completely out of breath. They could spot a number of other students entering the school building calmly, but they did not care as they ran for the office. They did get scolded for running inside but reached the office in time to be greeted by the friendly staff.

"Hello welcome to our school, goodness are you all brothers and sisters? You look nothing alike." The lady at the desk greeted them slightly confused as she looked over their files.

"Yes, but not biological." Humail - the boldest of them all - explained.

"Ah makes sense." She replied pushing up her glasses. "Well, I'm going to give you your class schedules. Now classes work a bit differently around here, for three periods of the day, you will be with one class for all your subjects. Your morning class. Then for the last two periods, you will be with another class. Your afternoon class." The lady then handed them two papers each and waved them goodbye.

"I've got class 1 in the morning and class 4 in the afternoon," Laila said as she flicked through her papers.

"I've got class 2 and 3," Humail then read his aloud.

"I've got class 3 then 1," Sophie spoke after.

"I've got class 4 then 5," Abbie nodded looking through hers.

"Well, I've got class 5 then 2," Steph finally said hers after a minute of looking at the wrong sheet.

All of them looked at each other for a second wishing silent good-lucks, then set off in search of their first classes.

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Abbie, who had common sense, started by asking a fellow student to lead her to her first class. The fellow student was a girl named Tiffany. They said their little introductions then Tiffany led her to Class 4's room. She couldn't lead her all the way, but she gave her enough help so that Abbie could get there on time. Tucking her schedule away in her bag, Abbie took a deep breath then pushed open the door. Immediately from walking in, all the attention was put on to her. She tried to ignore that fact as she made her way up to the teacher, who was sat at her desk, and cleared her throat.