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This is a modern A.U (since if it wasn't an A.U I would have to follow the thinking of the authors and I am not good at it once I am not as genius minded as they are.) so I hope you like it. If you do, make sure to follow and favorite! I will encourage me to write more :)

Yona's POV

I open my eyes, slowly, not ready to process the information that surrounds me. I'm not sure why I woke up, but I start hearing a ringing sound that keeps on getting louder and louder on my head. Finally I realise what it's happening, it's my alarm ring. Panicking I stand straight up. WHAT TIME IS IT? AM I LATE? I relax when I realise it's 7:30. I don't have to worry. Work doesn't start until 9:30.

My name is Yona, I'm a 20 years old girl who decided to dye my hair redish-pink and gets weird looks at work. Everyday I have to travel 20km to get to my working place and pretend to get along with my coworker, that is also my highschool tormenter and also the only person that really doesn't give me weird looks because of my hair. Why do I put up with him? Sometimes he's funny and he pays me coffee when he wants me to do his work. I accept the coffee, needless to say that I won't do his paperwork for him, I have enough paper to take care just by myself.

By 8:40 I'm leaving my loft and heading straight to the subway. I hate mornings. The streets are full with people, the cars poluting the precious air I breath, the men whistling to the first girl they see in a skirt or with high heels to say the least. I hate cities, but this was the only school that offered me a payment that met my expectations for the work I do and my skills. I consider myself as a woman that got her career life fulfilled in a very early age.

You might ask what is my job. It's not a big surprise really. I'm a teacher. What do I teach? History. History is a very important subject in my opinion. Most of my students ask me what do we need History for. Today's society says to leave other's lives alone and do not bother ourselves with it and live our own boring lives. So my students often say that they don't really care about all those dead people, because that's just what they are, dead people. And it's true, but in my perspective, we can learn a lot from History, like what not to do and learn from others mistakes. But it isn't my fault if the students are not interested in learning to be civilized people, it's not my concern. I'm there to teach and catch the students attention to the matters I am lectioning. Even though it's not my concern that they don't want to learn, I like to have them paying attention to what I say, so I like to make fun of some of the big historical personalities, because some are extremely ridiculous. So far it has worked, so I'll keep doing it.

As I enter the big edifice the bell rings, the first hour is over and not much time after, Hak, my lovely coworker and fellow teacher ( he's the sports teacher, and the students love him because he's funny and his classes are not boring. ), enters the teacher's resting room. As he always does, he notices my presence and throws me a smile.

"Hello, cutiepie did you sleep warm and comfy?"- I roll my eyes, there we go, hitting on me again. No matter what I answer, he will always have some kind of innuendo or flirt to throw at me. So let's just get this over with.

"Yes, I did, thank you very much, and you? How many woman did you fuck last night?"- He chuckles, because one does not have skill or time to laugh like a person does.

"Now, now, baby, no need to get jealous, I can spend a little time in your place if that's what you wish."

"Keep dreaming, the illusion world is a great world to live in." Those are my final words before I exit the teacher's room and head for the classroom, just after I got the paper where the student's name and their class was written on.

One more day to live, one more day be happy (or not).

Thank you so much for reading!

Once more I ask gently of you to favorite and follow, it helps a lot! Also review so I know what am I doing wrong and what do you think of the general idea of the A.U.

My chapters are usually very short because I'm often afraid of contradicting myself.

I'm contradicting my personality so much I don't even know, I hate History so much, it doesn't contibute for my happiness in anything, oh well. See you next chapter if you keep around! :)

XoXo - Yuki