Mystic Messenger:The mint-eyed man

Chapter two

(Y/N) awoke to the same annoying beeps from her alarm,groaning she sat up,she was late .(Y/N) Had a shower,ate and got ready for school.Monday was by far the worst day of the week,the rain still hadn't stopped and the old fashioned sash windows let through a chilling draft.Stuffing her half finished geometry homework into her bag and picking up several wrong text books she raced for the door.

(Y/N) hurried out into the hallway and down the stairs outside.Quickly grabbing her bike she peddled through the lashing rain,her school blazer already soaking wet.This day couldn't get any worse...

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(Y/N)felt a swift prod in her shoulder.

"Huh?!"she murmured half awake.

"Wake up!"

(Y/N) stared at seven, "what's going on?"

He chuckled, "you just missed a very interesting discussion on the periodic table."

(Y/N) squinted at the white board,on it in big block capitals was written: Quadratic Graphs

"Do you even know what lesson we're in?"(Y/N) whisper shouted at seven.

He shrugged and pointed towards his phone,showing long cat memes.

The bell sounded and the teacher announced that they could leave.Second period was a bit strange,it was written all over the school that years ten and eleven where to go to the hall.Something about an extra credit charity work?

"Seven,did you see this"said (Y/N)pointing at the posters.

"Yeah,and I'm not looking forward to it.."he replied cutting through the crowd.

"Why?"she asked trying not to bump into a very unorganised year nine.
"(S/N) school and doing with us,it's supposed to be a team working thing or something,a load of rubbish I think."

Oh no,she thought,(S/N) was on the extremely rich part of town.All of them stuck up wimps,at sevens and (Y/N)'s school it was not exactly great.There were always sniffer dogs searching for drugs and kids bunking off school.

"In here"said seven opening the door to the hall,it was full of year tens and elevens from both school.It was quiet obviously from which school you were from,not by the uniform but just by peoples attitudes.

"Welcome everyone to our charity fundraising competition !"said the headteacher as seven and (Y/N) sat down.

The head teacher began to explain the simple rules:
You would be in a mixed group of both schools.
Every week you would meet in the hall at that time to discuss your plans.
You all had to try and raise more money than everyone else.
There was to be no cheating.
It doesn't matter how you raise money as long as it doesn't involve crime.
You have five weeks.

"Can we sell weed?!"yelled a student sitting next to seven.

"You idiot didn't you listen,"hissed (Y/N).She would get quite annoying with people sometimes.

Suddenly seven leaned over and whispered in her ear, "I think that's the school Jumin Han goes to..."

"What!!!"she shouted a little too loudly.

"Look over there"he pointed at a boy near the front of the (S/N) row.

It was really him,she had of course heard the rumours that he went to that school,but they had only been rumours...

He was surprisingly in a teen magazine

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Just found this piece of trash one year later.

It's not gonna be finished. 

Maybe rewrite it tho on ao3.

I'm just posting this bit cause I found out it was a draft. So the world can laugh at me, ur welcome.