"Bye guys." I said to my friends. We were at the airport. Annabeth hugged me.

"Come back by Friday. We need to strengthen the borders." She said.

"Will do. I'll get exhausted though. I might need a massage, a cool chair…"

"No." she deadpanned and then we laughed.

"We'll miss you Rave." Percy said. He handed me a bag of blue cookies.

"Here, my mom made you this." He said. (Though I think he looked rather disappointed that he wasn't going to get any.)

"Send her my thanks, Perce." I said.

I said goodbye to the seven and Nico.

"Don't get on my Dad's nerves." Jason said.

"I love you too, man" I said.

I waved one last goodbye…Boy, am I going to miss them. As if…I can teleport for crying out loud. They won't even know I'm gone.

There wasn't any plane disturbances (thank Zeus) and we arrived at Korea. It was really cold there. I sighed heavily. "I promise it's going to be quick, kiddo." My dad said.

I have a feeling that this is going to suck so badly.

I barged in our small apartment; my face was red with anger and annoyance. I wanted to go home. Slamming the door open, I shouted, "DAD!" he was sitting there casually near the kitchen counter studying Korean.

"See, I told you that you wouldn't last a week without complaining. 10 bucks." He said. I ignored him. "I want to go home." I stomped my foot like a 5 year old.

"It's only been a week, Raven."

"I hate it here. It's confusing, my dyslexia is killing me and I can hardly pronounce my classmate's names. I decided to call all of them Bob and they didn't like it."

"Bob? Couldn't you go with Steve?"

I groaned again and plopped my body on the couch. The Mist is so weak here. The best I can do is Mist travel. Great, I can't go to a fancy restaurant and get free food.

"I'm wearing this monstrosity." I complained, nearly ripping my uniform apart.

"It's a uniform dear and I thought you liked it." He said.

"Not anymore." I huffed blowing a strand of my silver hair out of my face.

Yeah, I have white hair. I had black hair when I was born of course but when I got claimed at 8, it magically changed into white. My, mom, Apate, said that it was a common trait from her children. I thought it was cool at first, dad thought I was going through a phase. Then the kids at school began pulling, picking on me and calling me an old lady. I got expelled for breaking Brenda's arm that time.

Luckily, Koreans didn't even bat an eye when I barged in their territory with white hair. They thought it was cool.

My dad shuffled, he arose and placed the book on the table, sighing. "I have an idea—"

"I hate your ideas." I said in monotone, groaning and placing my arm on my eyes.

"Now, let me finish. Why don't you get a job?"

"Hence why I hate your ideas." Me? A job. Being a demigod is a job enough.

"It's a nice way to meet new friends." He offered. "I saw a job opening at JanDi's Dry Cleaning Service..."

"I am not washing dirty clothes."

"You don't have to wash anything; the job is to deliver clothes on a bike." He explained.

"I don't know, dad." I said. I haven't even memorized the streets in this country yet. I'll probably get lost.

"Just try it. I hate to hear you whining."

I took the job. There was nothing else to do anyways.

Driving around the city by bicycle wasn't entirely bad. I got to do some sight-seeing from getting lost nearly 4 times. Today, I was going to deliver a uniform at Shinhwa School, a super-rich private school that only the 1% could attend.

"How may I help you?" Said the security guard.

I smiled and said, "Yeah, I have a delivery from JanDi's Dry Cleaning service."

He nodded.

"Okay, you may go in." the guard said. Raven pedaled through.

I stopped at the school's cafeteria where Lee Min Ha was. Slowly, I looked around the place and began observing. This wasn't a cafeteria. It was a café. Is that caviar? Whoa, this place is not a school. Definitely not a normal one. If I went here, I'll be expelled without even attending yet.

Let's see here, where the hades is that boy. I couldn't spot him anywhere. He ought to be here. It is lunch time.

Suddenly, someone barged in the restaurant. He was panting from the running and began shouting, "Lee Min Ha is on the roof top. He's going to jump!" the guy spoke in Korean. I was able to catch a few words like Min ha and jump. Wait.

Crap.

I followed the students. They were gathering near a building. There I saw the customer. Was he going to commit suicide! Who's going to pay for the dry cleaning? What are all these students doing? Is no one going to stop him? They're all laughing and taking pictures for crying out loud! Snobby prats.

"Out of my way!" I said, pushing myself to the crowd. I have to stop him.

"This is what you guys wanted... right?" I heard him. "Fine ...I'll do as you guys wish." Oh Styx, the bozo is going to jump.

"Hey! Hey! Wait a moment, Lee Min Ah!" I shouted, getting his attention. He turned. I saw his face. He was bleeding. Poor guy.

"Who are you." he said in Korean. Luckily, I know what it meant. The guy looks like there was nothing else left for him to live.

Me? Oh, hehhh. I'm . . . i have a delivery for you! JanDi Cleaners. It is $30." I said.

Some guy laughed and said that it was funny. There is nothing funny about someone committing suicide, man.

Min Ha ignored me and stared at the ground, ready to jump.

"OK, OK, $25.! The gym suit is free. In return, you should be a patron…"

"After I die, settle it with my family..." He croaked the words in accented English.

"Why do you want to die? You're rich; you have a brother that cares for you…"

"How do you know I have a brother?" he rose his eyebrows in confusion. Crap, I'm doing it again.

"Lucky guess? But that's not the point. You're in a great school?"

"This isn't school. This is hell." He said.

"They're almost the same. Except hell doesn't have English exams." I quipped. I was causing a scene.

"Have you ever heard of the F4?" he asked. Someone needs to clean his face. Those wounds could get an infection.

"Isn't that a floor number?" I heard several gasps from the audience. Lee Min Ha gave me a slight smile. Good. This was getting somewhere.

"Once you get their red card, you become the target of all the students in school...

Just like me...it's better if I die now." so they're a bunch of bullies, eh.

"Dude!" I shouted, "You're not going to die if you're going to jump there. It's like 30 feet. You'll live, you rich idiot. If you want to jump, pick that building over there." I pointed to the main building. It was tall. I estimated it to be 150 feet at most.

"No pain, quick, easy but messy. Just don't land on your feet."

"Why..why..are you telling me this." He began to cry.

"…because. You're dying for something so petty." He shook his head.

"There's no hope for me." He moved and then jumped. I leaped and grabbed him by the armpits.

I sighed heavily. Why do demigods need to have the worst luck?