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Us..

Us Four.

As innocent 13 year olds

Kim Mah Ra, Lee Hwa Jin and Wang Shin Hee, and of course me, Jamie Toby.

I don't have a Korean surname since I'm half British, born and raised up there. Luckily I'm fluent at Korean, since we moved there later on.

We were know all around school as the 'girl gang'. I don't know what that lazy name is, but it was known as us.

Anyway, let me start at the beginning.

"Guys, are you coming or what?!" I laughed as I stood impatiently by the door, desperate to go outside after all them lessons. My friends fussing over what to do for the end of school year party.

"Coming! Just a sec James!" Mah Ram called.

We were inseparable. But Hwa Jin left us at year nine because of her wobbly family matters.

Moving to year ten we got separated big time.

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Let me start with the details.

When I was sixteen I ran away from home, I was obviously unwanted there, yeah, I might not be not that clever but I'm not an idiot.

Now I have no one. I used to have my cousin, but she turned against me when she found out my biggest secret ever.

My only friends are probably my headphones.

Literally.

Now at the age of eighteen I've learned to stifle the disappointment.

But the only thing I need right now is love, I need to feel loved and wanted.

As soon as I ran away, I found myself a little flat since I had some money with me. And I found a job as a make-up artist in a small company.

I walked into class, or more likely shuffled irritatedly.

It was the first day of school AKA pure torture, and to top off the worst it was grade twelve this year.

I settled for a seat at the far corner at the back of the class, I flopped down on the seat and rammed on my headphones, turning the voice to max I rested my head on the table and soon dozed off.

I was torn out of my precious sleep when someone suddenly ripped off my headphones off my head.

I looked up with a glare when my eyes were met with an equally intense look. I was looking at a caramel haired guy, "up" he ordered, gesturing with his finger.

"What?" I played dumb.

"Thanks my seat your sitting in"

I snatched my silver headphones from his hand and shifted to the seat next to the one I was previously sitting in, "jerk" I muttered under my breath.

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My plan has completely back-fired.

I didn't want to stick out, but my slender body, silver hair and seaweed eyes made that impossible. It sends a huge ripple through the male population.

As I walked through the corridors, completely engrossed in my music, I had boys swooning impossibly everywhere.

I don't think I'm really that hot, just average really.

But compared to these girls at my age in this school, I looked pretty , they all had baggy eyes and dark circles and messy hair. Probably due to the stress of twelfth grade, since I'm good at studies I don't really bother to do my best, as long as I pass with a high grade, then everything's good.

More than good.

Authors note: Hello fellow ARMY!

Hope you continue reading my fanfic!

Btw, since Jamie is another one of my nicknames, then there will be real life statements.

Enjoy!

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