Hey! I had time today and I currently have a bad case of writer's block for the rest of my stories so I decided to write down another chappie! though I didn't introduce it in the first chapter, I shall now begin (drumroll please) ahem... AUTHOR"S UNRELATED BLABBERINGS!!! If you looks at my other fics, you may notice how I add an AUB at the top. Note these are similar to a journal though not as personal. Also, I do my best to respect all reviews. (Gosh do I love reviews!) And a new policy I'm considering is responding to good ones (Not necessarily ones that praise me but respectful comments too.) Well I think you get the picture, so let's get back to the story!

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"You see her?"

"Who? That short girl with the bright pink bunny socks?"

"Yeah! Did you know she outran the entire football team yesterday? Even Yunsung!

"gasp No way! I bet she's on steroids..."

Talim did her best to ignore the murmerings all around her, keeping her eyes focused only on what was in front of her. It had only ben a day since she had done her accomplishment and yet it had spread across the whole school like wild fire. As she made her way to her locker, she suddenly heard a sound she truly dreaded.

Mocking laughter.

She looked about but to her suprise (and comfort,) that the laughs were not being directed at her but she could see a crowd of girls around the corner of the hallway, just out of sight of any teacher. Suspiciously, talim joined the growing crowds (yunsung and the rest of the football team as well) around whoever the victim was.

Backed up against the wall was a fierce-looking girl, but what caught Talim's eye was her hair; a brilliant snowy white, short and sleek. Her eyes were narrowed, like the eyes of a cornered animal about to fight its last as she hugged her bag protectively to her chest. Before her a girl stood with short blond hair, two other girl on either side of her. "Well hello grandma," the blonde girl hissed, a sickeningly sweet smile on her lips. To Talim though, she did not see the skin deep beauty, but a hungry predator licking its lips before it made a kill."Hello Cassandra." The girl with white hair spat back, her word dripping with venom. "Oh dear I think Isabella," (said girl flinched) "needs to be a little bit more repectful to those better then her." Cassandra grinned, knocking the bookbag out of the girl's hands. As if on cue, the two girls beside her yipped with mirth, and one of them suddenly reached out and grabbed one of the locks of the cornered girl. "Hey prissy old lady, why do you bleach your hair, huh?" She gave the hair a hard yank. At that moment, a book came flying out from the crowd and hit the girl in the back of the head, knocking her off skelter. The blonde spun around, eyes narrowing in rage. "Who threw that!?"

"I did."

The crowd parted like the Red Sea as the quiet girl with brown eyes looked up. there was no warmth in her voice but a bitingly cold edge. She walked forward bravly ignoring the gasps and people muttering "She's dead." to each other. Instead she positioned herself between the amazed girl and the predatorlike girls, stretching herself to her full height, (not very impressive) her very aura defiant. "Sorry. But I can't let you try and hurt someone right in front of me." she said softly. Cassandra's eyes grew wide at this sudden challenge then narrowed as she drew back her fist. "Why you little bitch..." Talim tensed up, her eyes watching her every movement carefully, she saw the fist coming...

And then it was restrained by another hand, the fingers tightly grasping the wrist.

"That's enough, Cassandra." the teen said softly, gently releasing his grasp on her hand. Almost instantly the blonde went from raging beast to tame little lamb as soon as she saw who had dared to restrain her. "Oh Kilik! I didn't see you there! It's just these mean girls tried to hurt me, and..." she replied sweetly. Then to the other girls she hissed. "Let's go." Like a group of lions, they slowly stalked away, the crowd parting for them as they dissapeared down the hall. Kilik then turned to Talim, a strange look of respect in his eye. "You okay Talim?" he asked his voice and manner totally different from yesterday. In a half suprised state she shook her head yes, watching with a suprised yet watchful stare. "Um, yes thank you..."

"It's nothin'. Just watch yourself, that girl is as vicious as a hyena."

"O-okay..."

Giving her a final reassuring (and yet utterly unexpected )smile, he walked back into the dispersing crowd and soon the entire hall was vacant say for Talim and the girl called Isabella behind her. Slowly Talim turned around concerned from the silence of the white haired student. "Hey are you okay?"

"...yeah..."

"..."

"...thanks for..."

"It was nothing..."

"..."

Akwardly, Talim reached down and picked up the small backpack and handed it to her which she took suspiciously, carefully watching this strange girl with bunny socks. "Um, my name is Talim, and I guess your called Isabell-"

"It's Ivy."

"Oh, o-okay..." any courage Talim had gathered was rapidly dissapearing as she melted beneath those fierce blue-green eyes. "Umm, I'll just be going to class." she turned to go, but...

"Wait."

Talim stopped and turned around. The girl's countenance had changed rapidly from fierce to an almost weary withdrawn personality. She seemed unsure of what to say, but finally came out with it. "Thanks."

"Really it's okay... um, would you like to walk to class together?"

"...sure..."

At first they walked in akward silence, but it soon became clear that they were headed in the same direction. "Uh, Isab- I mean, Ivy, do you have art class this hour?"

"Yeah, why?"

"That's great! So do I!"

The shorter girl was genuinly (sorry, cant spell) excited. At last she would have a class with someone she actually knew! (Well, sorta...) As they made their way across the building, the flow of conversation grew easier between the two till when they finally they reached the class, they already knew much about each other. Talim had found that Ivy had been raised by a single dad, and that her unusual hair color was not from bleaching but genetics. She was sixteen as well, but older then talim by a few months, and she had a pet snake called Valentine, consequently it was also her last name. (Valentine, not "the snake") However when Talim tried to ask about her history at the school, she quieted and hurriedly changed the subject. As they reached the door, Ivy became silent again, much to Talim's dissapointment.; she had just begun to draw her out of her shell when she had simply clamped up again like an oyster. Silently, both of them slipped into the back of the room and sat next to each other, ignored by everyone around them. Today they were to paint in watercolors an image of beauty that came to their minds, and then when they had finished, they would come up front and present it to the class; the reason why they thought their image was beautiful.

Almost everyone groaned aloud, but eventually, they reluctantly pulled out there paints and began. Talim however, had no idea about what she was going to paint decided to look around the classroom instead, and almost like a magnet, her eyes were drawn to a tuft of fiery-hair. Oh Noooo...

HE was in this class too?!?

So far, he had been in every single one of her classes. She felt herself bristle in rage and then attempted to cool herself down. It was okay. He was on the other side of the class. as long as she didn't bump into him, she'd be fine... Another thing that was making her nervous was Ivy, who sat as tense as a cobra, watching her surroundings as if she expected to be jumped any minute. And then quite suddenly she was aware of another person sitting next to her. This girl had brilliant blue-gray eyes, and long black hair that was tied back high on her head. She had a beautiful, cheery face and her motions showed that she was very aware of her surroundings. She had already taken out her paints and was dutifully sketching out some strange deisgn on her paper. As Talim watched with curiosity, the girl suddenly turned to her. "Hello."

A little bit suprised, Talim responded quickly. "Uh, hello... my names Talim."

"I'm Sae Hyung. But you can call me Myna." With that she turned back to her work, oblivious of the stares she was receiving from Ivy and Talim. However both continued to they're work. Or at least Ivy did. Talim still had no idea what to do, so she settled on making a picture of her pet bird, Alun. As the minutes ticked by, Talim glanced over at Ivy's work and was shocked by what she saw. it was a rose, so real it felt like it would leap off the paper. It was the utmost lush red, and tiny drops of dew clung to its petals, quivering as if they were about to fall. "Ivy, that's great!" she crowed excitedly. The white-haired girl gave a genuine smile. "Oh, it's nothin."

"Pshh! Nothing my behind! This is great! i can't wait to see you go up front."

At these words, Ivy suddenly became cold, as cold as an artic blast. "I'm not going."

"Eh? Why?"

"...Isn't it obvious?"

"...Ivy..."

"..."

"You know, I think you scare people."

Ivy let out a small laugh. "What makes you say that?"

"It's true! Your colder then ice as soon as you come around people." Talim's voice grew softer. "You shouldn't let yourself be forced into being this way..."

"..."

"...Ivy... (puppy eyes) Pweez? Pwetty Pweez"

"..." (slight agitation)

"(deep breath) PWEEEEEEZ?!?"

"..." (full agitation)

"(even deeper breath) PWEEEE-"

"Alright! alright! I'll go up. I on't care what these bastards think anyway." And with a huff, she continued her artwork. Talim did a little victory song in her head, then finished up the last of her work.

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Okay, one chappie done! stay tuned for the next one! I hope you enjoyed reading it! Talim is startingto spread her influence across the school, and she's already made alasting impression on the football players. (whether good or bad, weve yet to find out...) But I decided to introduce Ivy cuz she's another charachter Im mastering. (Dont you just love Valentine?! ... Okay, im going now.)

Sayonara!