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This is a kpop fanfic (enjoy)
Prologue
I walked down the Main Street with a sad aura surrounding me. It contrasted my normal cold exterior that I have used so many times. Most of my peers thought it was the only face I could make but I really didn't care about their opinion. Really, I used it as a shield since everyone I love always leaves me. I haven't had the greatest life considering my mother committed suicide when I was 9, causing my dad to become an alcoholic and abusive towards me. He makes me clean up after him along with cleaning up whole house and really only keeps me around to do his work. He had stopped caring for me when my mom died. My Step brother Calum had left at the age of 18 to live with his friends (who are now his band mates) in Australia. His friend Michael is super rich so once he finished high school, they left me here and followed their dreams. I was left here alone to fend for myself with only the help of my loyal friends. My dad always acted kind to him and treated him as if he were a perfect child while I was abused and forced into becoming his maid. And worse of all, my brother never suspected a thing. He would probably think I'm crazy if I told him anyways. In a way, my life is like a twisted Cinderella story minus the prince. Not that I want one, I mean boys are just stupid perverted jerks, except for my friends. On top of that I'm working two jobs at the age of 16, but I do it because I want to be able to earn money on my own instead of relying on my dumb dad. He's probably just better off using that money for his beer anyways.My mother left me a huge fortune and a company, so I really don't need the job, but I just don't want to turn out snobby and spoiled. You see this world is based on money, looks and nothing else. Who cares if you're a good person, it means nothing. In a way, i'm actually sad that I'm rich because it's not fair to so many people who don't have it as great as I do money wise. Stupid messed up society. Most people think I'm lucky because I'm rich and popular, but they couldn't be farther from the truth. It would be better if I had my friends with me, but they left me a year ago and now I'm stuck faking being friends with these two girls. At least it's better than nothing.
I look down at the watch on my wrist, and see it reads 8:03. My eyes widen and I start to sprint home. My dad is going to kill me, literally. I finally see the side of my two story blue home. I look through the window and the lights are on...
Shoot.
I silently pray he's passed out or something and slowly open the door.
" WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN?! DON'T YOU KNOW THAT YOU NEED TO CLEAN THIS HOUSE?! IT DOESN'T JUST CLEAN ITSELF YOU KNOW?! "  Slurs a really mad voice and I see my dad stumbling towards me with a beer bottle in his right hand.
" I went on a walk father, I informed you before I left" I mumble out not telling him about my job. I kept my head bowed and my eyes glued to the reddish brown wooden floor.
" Are you talking back to me? You ungrateful piece of crap! " He screamed before I felt his foot come in contact with my stomach. I fell to the ground and groaned quietly in pain. Soon after I felt a vase hit my upper back. I screamed feeling the glass cut my back through my shirt. Then tears came to my eyes as I realized it was my mother's favorite vase that she brought home from a business trip to china 6 years ago. I heard my dad leave as I continued to lay on the ground sobbing silently. I clutched the golden chain necklace hanging around my neck, specifically holding the locket
Eomma, please help me...

Chapter One
    Finally...
I had finished my early morning chores and done my make up along with getting dressed in a maroon short sleeved shirt and light blue jeans to cover the new scars on my legs. Dad had come home drunk again last night and use some
broken glass to mess up my legs. Thankfully I had been wearing long pants and sleeves for so long that no one questioned it anymore. I look at my clock once again and realize it's time to go. I cautiously opened my bedroom door to see a miracle. My dad was still passed out on the couch with beer bottles surrounding him. I walked over to him as silently as I could and picked up the glass, throwing it into the trash. I grabbed my black jansport backpack, keys, wallet and phone and walked out the door closing it as softly as possible. The cold air hit me like a hurricane and I immediately got goosebumps. I sighed as I put in my earbuds, turned on my playlist, and started the mile walk to school. I softly sang along to Miracles in December as I walked. It was a nice morning, the birds were chirping and the trees were looking surprisingly lovely. My phone was now blasting Eyes nose lips and I smiled. I wish I had someone who loved me. I know that most of the school admires me but I wish I had someone who I could love and cherish as well, not just a whole bunch of boys trying to get into... you know *shiver*. The big beige building came into sight and I sighed once again. The first day of school and I am now a junior.
How lovely.
    I grabbed my schedule from my backpack and marched confidently through the doors. The first day is all about impressions so I had to be sure to set the right one. I had been basically ruling the school since Eighth grade but I still had to keep up my front. I ignored the wolf whistles and perverted comments of the stupid jocks that think they rule this school and look down at my schedule.
Locker 143. Combination 12-33-4
I walked through the Large blue doors and headed down the large hallway.
123...134...140...143
I unlocked the lock and opened my locker. Then I take my notebook and pencil case out and stuff my backpack in my locker. Shutting it I hear a familiar voice from across the hall. I turn to see Jongin facing Gretta's back, bothering her as usual. Sighing I walk over to them and clear my throat. They both turn around and a small smirk grows on his face.
" Why hello foxy" His smirk growing a little.
" Call me foxy one more time and I'll eliminate the possibility of having kids from your future " I threatened with a disgust written all over my face.
" Feisty and Foxy, what an equation" I hear from behind me. I internally curse.
" Baekhyun, how great to see you again" I sarcastically smile
" Right back at you princess" He winked leaning against the locker next to Gretta's.
" Charming as always" I paused and went to turn around " Well me and Gretta are gonna head to our next class so..." I started to walk away but Baekhyun stopped me.
" But we want to catch up with you guys, we've missed you so much" Baekhyun purred in my ear. I pushed him away and replied.
" No, you guys are gonna leave before I embarrass you in front of the whole school, again" seeming uninterested. Jongin's face flushed and Baekhyun went pale.
" Let's go" Jongin mumbled and they both left
Gretta turned to me and I observed her outfit. She had on a black 5sos shirt with with light blue jeans and a jean jacket. It was nice having her as a friend because she speaks Korean due to being born in Korea like me. She happens to be a 5'7 Korean German mix with dark brown eyes and wavy dark brown hair with light brown natural highlights that reaches halfway down her back, while I am a 5'5 Korean African American mix with dark brown eyes and slightly wavy black hair that reaches about six inches past my shoulders. On top of that, we enjoy the same music like 5sos, Hamilton, and specific KPop artist such as Vixx, Ikon, Kard, Exo, Bts, and Jay Park. I felt an arm swing over my shoulder and I look up at her to see her smile.
" This is why you're my best friend" She sighed and closed her locker. I  smiled a small smile and replied.
" No problem, you know I hate them just as much as you do."
" Yeah, where's Ava?" She asked looking around.
" Bathroom applying make up, we should go get her." Ava was the completion of our Friend group. She is a mix of Puerto Rican and Korean with dark brown eyes slightly darker than mine and straight waist length orange hair that fades into dark brown at the bottom. I know it may sound weird but trust me, it looks amazing on her, everything does. We walk over to the girls bathroom pretending to be oblivious to the stares of basically the whole boy population. Due to us being foreign, rich, and pretty, we are the want of the school. Boys want to date us and girls want to be friends with us. I'm not trying to sound snobby, but we have good genes and get a ton of attention. We walk in and see Ava looking in the mirror applying blush very carefully. I roll my eyes.
" I swear it's like you live in here" I say locking eyes with her through the mirror.
" It's not my fault I want to look good. We get a ton of attention and I don't want it to be because I look like trash" she replied casually and grabbed her eyeliner. I heard Gretta sigh and walk towards her grabbing her eyeliner, putting it back in the bag, and slinging her purse over her shoulder.
" You look fine, let's go"
"Fine" Ava huffed and snatched back her bag back. We all walk out of the bathroom, me in the middle.
" So what took you guys so long?" Ava asked as we headed to homeroom.
" Baekhyun" Me and Gretta replied at the same time.
" I swear he just can't seem to take the hint"
" I know, he's been hitting on you since 8th grade" Ava added. I nodded and we opened the door to homeroom. We grabbed seats in the middle and set our stuff on The table. The class was only half full but was quickly filling up. I put on my stone face and pulled out my journal. My journal has always been there for me and before you ask, no, it's not a diary. When in times of stress, I release my sadness and anger through writing and dancing. So my journal is filled with song lyrics, poems, and stories. I stare at the plain brown cover that has my name written in gold surrounded by swirls. It was a gift from Jungkook, one of my best friends. You see, my real best friends moved to Korea almost two years ago to pursue their passion for dancing in a program in Seoul. We kept close contact but about a week ago they stopped texting and calling to for some unknown reason which breaks my heart considering their like my older brothers. Their names are Namjoon, Jungkook, Seokjin, Hoseok, Taehyung, and Yoongi. I have always been more comfortable with boys, but when they left I got bullied and realized I had to fend for myself. Eventually I met Gretta and Ava who took me in. I would hang with Tao, Kris, Xiumin, and Suho, but they are in college now and are always flooded with work. I looked up when the teacher came in and I observed him. He looked about late 30's, Straight black hair, hazel eyes and about 6'0. Strong, muscular, and thick rimmed glasses. He was handsome, but don't take it the wrong way. I enjoy observing and finding the small details, so observing people is a habit of mine. The teacher's name is Mr. Kim, and apparently likes to crack jokes since he's been making horrid jokes all period. The bell rings and I grab my things and walk out.
I walk until I reach a vacant room that I know all too well. I turn on the lights and shut the door. I then take out my phone and speaker, setting them on the floor by the door. I quickly change into a white loose top and black leggings and scroll through my playlist until I reach one titled ' Dance'. I click it and set it on shuffle, heading to the middle of the room. Exo's Monster starts to play and I position myself.
Thirty minutes later...
I grab my bottle of water and wipe my forehead with the back of my hand. While chugging the rest of the bottle I hear my phone ding. I walk over to it and see the name Master of Destruction flash on the screen. Almost instantly my face lights up and I read the text.
Master of Destruction: Surprise
My eyebrows furrow as I stare in confusion. Surprise? What the heck is that supposed to mean? You Ignore me for a week and all I get is a surprise?! Pissed, I gather my things and stuff them in my bag. I storm out the room and direct my walk of furry to the garden. I reach a tree and my back slides down the trunk of a tree. Tears come to my eyes as my anger is taken over by sadness. I start to silently sob into my arms that lay on top of my knees that are tight to my chest. I clutch my necklace as I raise my head.
Please help me...