I became sort of a local hero. It was annoying.

"You save some poor kid's life. You're a hero, Raven. I couldn't have been more proud." My dad said there were some tears in his eyes.

"Dad. Really?" I said as I turned on the TV. My face was there. I scoffed, "I looked taller on TV."

There was a knock on the door. "I'll get that." Dad said.

A man came in. he was about 30? I don't know. Korean faces are deceiving. I mistook a 20 year old for a 10 year old once.

Hmm...700 dollar suit, no gun, deals mostly in office work, does a lot of walking. He's from the Shinhwa group.

"No." I deadpanned.

My dad gave an exasperated sigh, "Raven, not now."

"I'm sorry to intrude. But I'm here to offer you..." I didn't let him finish. I already know what he was going to say. And my answer is,

"No."

"But Miss, you need to hear me out," he said, a little bit shocked. I sighed.

"I am not going to accept the scholarship." I said firmly.

He furrowed his eyebrows and looked at my dad. Daddy shrugged, "She's always like that."

"Dad, you owe me 20." I said, pulling a bag of chips from my hoodie pocket. I opened the bag and began stuffing my face with chips.

"Umm...?" The man said, looking really confused. "You know?"

"It was rather obvious really." My dad said and then winked at me. I laughed.

"I caused quite a scandal. PR department must be going bonkers trying to solve the problem. You're like her right hand man, right?" I said.

"Ahh..yes. In a way. I'm her secretary."

"And I'm guessing she's pressuring you to solve this matter right away. I caused the fire and therefore I must be the one to put it out. Hmm..clever."

"yes." He bowed a bit.

"Not clever enough though. Whats in it for me? I'm ADHD and Dyslexic. I wouldn't fit in that school."

"Miss, the Shinhwa school is the highly prestige. It is an honor to attend there. It's a once in a lifetime opportunity. Please. Reconsider." He pleaded. The man was going to get fired if I don't accept this.

I scoffed, "I wouldn't last a day." I murmured. "Dad?"

He shrugged, "do whatever you like, Raven."

I did a one glance at the Secretary. He gave me a pleading expression. I took pity. The man was going to be jobless if I didn't accept it.

"If you must know, those who attend Shinhwa are exempted from any college entrance exams." I nearly choked on my chip. No entrance exams?

"You mean, you could actually have a chance on going to college?" my dad said, looking surprise and grateful.

"What do you mean could actually?" I said, looking hurt. My dad gave a look.

I began to ponder….this could be really good or really bad. I wonder if the advantaged outweigh the risks.

"Alright."

I am so going to regret this.

Gahh! I hate this uniform. I looked at them mirror. How I wanted to tear—hey I look kind of cute.

It was my first day at Shinhwa High. I made tied my white hair into a messy braid and didn't even bother to put on some make-up. My dad was my chauffeur for today. He decided to wear his suit, some sunglasses and a chauffeur's cap. I laughed as he opened the door to the car. He looked like the mafia.

"Dad. You look ridiculous." I said, laughing. "Is this really necessary."

"Just get in." I slide down the front seat.

The door slammed. Dad started the engine and then off we go.

"Hey, can I borrow your gun?" I asked.

"No. you're not allowed to shoot these rich people." He said as we stopped. I unbuckled my seatbelt and was about to open the car door when my dad stopped me.

"Wait." He got out of the car and opened my car door.

"Princess Birdie." He said doing a little bow.

I got out. "But you get to shoot rich people."

"They're bad rich people."

"Oh, what's the difference?" I said.

"Take care of yourself, sweetheart." he said and got inside the car again.

I gave a little smile and wave.

"Do try not to blow up the pool or break somebody's arm or.."

"I get it. I can't promise though." I sung. He started to drive.

I could hear him shout, "ha-ha..You wouldn't last a week!"

"I love you too, dad." I muttered. I can't believe it. He has no complete faith in me.

I sighed and looked at the school. Some girls were snickering when they saw me. I ignored it.

"I'll give me a month."

Here I go.

I got lost nearly 5 times. And I'm late. I continued walking until I arrived in the woods. Soft violin sounds emitted from the place. Someone was here. I saw him; handsome, dyed strawberry blonde hair, tall and he was wearing a ridiculously white suit. He almost looked like a god. Apollo? No. He doesn't have that arrogant aura. He is what Apollo would have been if he was into mystery and brooding.

His music was beautiful. I waited for him to notice me so I could ask directions.

He stopped. "Umm…Do you know where the main building is?"

He pointed north. I nodded and said thanks.

Today was the day when I met them. The F4. Seriously, I swear that's a floor number.

"AH! It's F4! AHHHH!" some girl squealed.

Immediately, the students ran fast like an Aphrodite kid spotting a sale on Givenchy. There was a serious amount of squealing. The students then formed a crowd near the doorway.

Then they arrived. The squeals became 2x louder. I saw them walked inside like they own the place (which they sort of did). I furrowed my eyebrows. A look of contempt was probably plastered on my face. I don't know if I wanted to laugh or look appalled. (I did a little bit of both.) Seriously, they were glowing! They acted like gods….Scratch that. Gods were more immature and destructive than this. Still, how could someone walk so slowly?

Sure they were hot. I saw the white suit guy from before. He was the only one I sort of know. The boys were dressed expensively. The first one was Not Arrogant Apollo dude. The one at the center had curly hair and a pompous look on his face. He was the leader I bet. The two beside him were both playboys judging by their smirks.

Curly hair stopped. He began talking to sophomore.

"I will give you to a count of three." He said. Thankfully, I was getting better at learning Korean.

"What? What for?" The boy whimpered.

Curly hair began counting, "Three . . ."

"Two . . ."

"One."

"Hey, WooBin, do you have some juice left?" he said to playboy number two.

"Yeah, you want it?" the guy handed him the juice. Is he going to do what I think he's going to do?

Curly hair spilled juice on the poor boy's shirt. Yup. He did it. Snobby bastard. I shook my head and watched them walked away.

"What kind of crazy person is he?" I muttered. Unfortunately, someone heard me. And by someone, I mean the poor excuse of the Mean Girls.

They would have been pretty if they didn't wear tons of make-up all the time.

" .god." The middle one said in English. She sounded funny though.

"What did you just say?" she continued.

"Umm..Who are you?" I asked.

"Us." She said, rolling her eyes and giving me a 2 finger salute, "Sorry for the late Introduction." She moved and did something incredibly hilarious. She swayed her hip and then placed her hand on her hip.

"Ginger," she said. The girl on her right showed her ring and said, "Sunny."

The last one did the same move as "Ginger" and raised her right arm over her head.

"Miranda" her voice was deep.

"We are the hottest girls in Shinhwa High." Ginger said.

What are they? Some wannabe girl group?

I couldn't take it anymore. I laughed. "Bwahahaha! Oh man! That was hilarious." It really was the funniest thing I saw since I got into this country. "Do it…Do it again. I wish I could've brought my cam."

They looked at me like I grew another head or something.

"How dare you laugh at us?" Sunny said, scowling.

"Enough small talk." Ginger said, "What you were saying before? About the F4"

"Stupid name, by the way." I said, shrugging.

They all gasped.

"How could she." Miranda said.

"If you're not careful with what you say, you'll be in big trouble!" Sunny threatened.

"I'm scared." I sneered.

"Since this is your first day of school and you're a commoner who knows nothing of the world, I'll let you off this time." Ginger said.

"For what?"

"For the things you said about the F4!" Sunny said.

"What? Are they that remarkable?" I've seen gods hotter than that.

"Hey transfer student, you really don't know a thing about the F4 do you?"

"No, I don't." I said in monotone.

They scoffed and did a tsking gesture like No, no, no, no.

"Girls, let's go." They walked away, going up the stairs.

I sighed heavily, "Make that 3 weeks." I said and then went to class.

I didn't bother researching anything about the F4. I have everything I need by just looking at them. Being a daughter of Apate has its perks. I get to know like almost everything about a person by just looking at them. I can see their deepest darkest secrets by just looking into their eyes. I don't know their names though.

The F4 are not worth my time.