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hongying: I used to, but stopped after 1 year in high school. I had to focus on my schooling. Don't worry about not noticing! It's not like I mentioned it to anyone.

The spirit of celebration still remained with the team as we entered the locker room. Alpha was still being high-fived and having his hair ruffled by the other players even as we changed and left the locker room.

Immediately when we left the locker room, he was bombarded by students of the home team.

"You were so~ brilliant! What's your name? May I have an autograph?"

"Hey, so like...you're kinda cute. You mind giving me your number?"

Before leaving, coach had us bring all the gear and gather toward his truck to give us a speech before allowing us to part for the night.

"Alright everyone, fantastic game today. It's little disappointing since it wasn't a win, but it's still a strong start to the season and a big step forward for us! Everyone played well today, but I'd like for us to all give a hand of applause for our two MVP's today, Alpha and Cristiano!"

We all erupted in applause for the two teammates who had given us the hard-earned tie.

"But remember, just because we tied with them doesn't mean we won't lose to other teams. The next game will be next week, so let's stay on our toes and keep coming to practice so we can start winning games, understood?"

"Understood!" we all yelled.

"Alright! Now for everyone who asked for a ride here, help me carry the bottles!"

I had called dad earlier to pick me and Joe up after the game, so he should've been arriving soon by now.

"Hey!"

The voice sounded really close. Was someone calling me? Then again, it didn't sound like anyone I knew, so I ignored it.

"Maple boy!"

Immediately once I had heard "Maple boy" I turned towards the direction of the source. Ahead of me stood a cheerleader with her silver hair tied in twin tails. Seeing her white, purple and black uniform, it was easy to tell she belonged to the home team, but what business would she want with me? As far as I knew, I didn't know anybody from the school.

"Orchid?" Joe whispered as she ran over to us. Was that her name? Strange, did he know her? Was she calling for Joe instead of me?

To my surprise, she walked in my direction and stood front of me. Taking a better look at her features, I noticed her hoity-toity look and purple eyes. Why did she seem so familiar?

"Seriously, what's your deal?" she asked, putting her hand on her hips, her arrogant expression disappearing, being replaced with a more stern one.

"Huh? Deal?" I asked. What was she talking about? What did I even do?

"Don't act like you don't know! First I go through the trouble of giving you my number then you ignore me! Seriously, who does that?"

Number? Ignore? Wait, what was she even talking about? Aw man, what was I supposed to say? I didn't even know I was doing any of these! Avoiding her gaze and looking around, I saw several students whispering around us.

Great. Barely even two hours in this school and I already feel like I'll be the center of some gossip. Not really how I wanted myself to be portrayed here. Luckily, Joe was here to stop the awkward silence between us.

"You guys know each other?" he asked.

"Uh...well..." I started, but thankfully, rather than push the issue the girl decided to answer Joe's question.

"'Know' is a rather strong word. More like we only talked to each other twice." she huffed.

"Wait, twice? When?" I asked. Did we really talk to each other like she'd said? Based on her look, it didn't seem like she was lying, and she did seem familiar...but I couldn't quite draw out a clear memory...

"Uh, hello? Once at Edelstein. Second time over text?" She said, as if it was the most obvious thing ever.

Edelstein? Hold on a minute...wait then…

"That was you?" I couldn't believe it. She was the one who was texting me?! It was the same girl who almost made me drop my phone! And suddenly that attitude made sense. Man...I thought that was the last I had seen of her.

Her eyebrows furrowed even more and she scoffed like I was being the biggest jerk she had ever encountered.

"Are you serious? Joe, why don't you tell your friend either to stop pretending or stop being stupid."

Rather than doing any of those things (not like he'd do them anyway...I think), he walked up and stood in front of her instead, showing off their difference in height.

"Or, how about you stop being conceited and realize not everyone knows who you are? Aaron isn't from here, you know. Even if he did know you, you think name calling is gonna help?"

Seeing Joe come to my defense made me realize how lucky I was to have him as a friend. I'll have to make sure to treat him to a meal whenever the opportunity rises.

"So him not being from here automatically gives him a pass from being uninformed? You know, if you're gonna assimilate yourself, the least you could do is not be clueless. It's common sense."

She and Joe stared at each other intently for a while, it was as if it was no longer about me but them instead. Looking around, I could see some students staring at us, thankfully, they didn't stare for much longer as Orchid's...accomplices came.

"Madam Orchid!" A hooded boy wearing a uniform, whom I now recognized as Francis, came rushing over holding several bags over his shoulder.

Without a word, Orchid turned away and headed in the opposite direction, but not before giving me a sour look. I couldn't help but feel a little sorry for Francis, for she didn't even bother taking any of the bags off his shoulder as he frantically followed after her. Before they went out of sight, I saw Francis giving me a curt nod. Appreciating the gesture, I nodded back before he ran off with her.

Turning to Joe, it was obvious his once jovial mood had soured since the encounter.

"You guys know each other?" I asked.

"Well…'know' is is a strong word." he said, using finger quotations, just like how Orchid did earlier. "It's more like we've met a few times. My dad and her dad are somehow good friends I think. We've never really gotten along though. During the times we had met she used to be pretty quiet, but after she hit stardom, she became the jerk she is today."

I nodded in understanding. I then felt Joe's hand on my shoulder.

"Sorry you had to see that, man. I'll treat you to a meal if I get the chance."

At that, I had to immediately respond. If there was anyone in debt, it was me.

"Nononononono. I'll pay. You were my hero here. I'm the one who owes you one." I said, making sure to emphasize who it was that owed who.

"Alright, next time we go to Kerning Tower, burgers and fries are on you. Make sure to add a large soda to that as well." he jovially exclaimed.

Ugh, my poor wallet.

"Anyway, I'm surprised Orchid recognized you. Normally she doesn't even glance at any of her fans during concerts How the heck did you two meet?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.

"It was during our first key club event." I shrugged. "You know, the one where we went to Edelstein? I met her there, though I wouldn't really say it was an ideal meeting. We sort of got off to a rough start. Anyway, who is she? What am I missing out on?"

"Nothing much really. She's just a pop star." he sighed, seeming annoyed as he said it.

"So...she's really famous or something?" I asked.

"Well...yeah. Many of her songs reach #1 on the charts. People flock her like she's a goddess or something. She also likes rubbing her success on people like she knows she's better than them. People are aware of her attitude, yet somehow she still has devoted followers. Gets kinda annoying really."

Yeesh. I'll bet. Didn't really know what her problem was. Thankfully we didn't have to dwell on the matter much longer, as dad soon pulled up and took us home.

"So, how was your first game?" he asked us, as we situated ourselves in the back seats.

"Pretty disappointing." I admitted. "We didn't win."

"But we didn't lose though!" Joe added, the events of the game rushing back to him. "We were playing against the top team and at least tied! Even better since we're a rather new team, right?"

Dad laughed at Joe's more optimistic perception of the result.

"Well that's good! That means you guys will have a good season, right?"

"I hope so…" I mumbled.

"Chin up, Ronnie. We got this."

Not much was said between us the way home. Pretty much all there was to talk about was already said before we had gotten in the car.

*ringalingading! ringalingading!*

Joe immediately fumbled through his pockets, searching for his phone. "Whoops, that's mine!"

His face then lit up as he checked the screen and cleared his throat before picking it up.

"Hey~!"

…

"Oh, I'm so sorry! I asked my friend's dad for a ride home and didn't want to make him wait. I'm sorry~!"

…

Leaning forward, I noticed a smile creeping up on dad's face. Neither him nor I needed to point out the absurdity behind Joe's high-pitched and fluffy voice, making it sound like he was talking to his imaginary wife. Or in this case, probably his not-girlfriend.

"Aww, you didn't have to~!"

...

"Alright, well I'll see you when I get home. Bye~!"

*Click*

…

"Don't." he said, pointing his finger at us.

Unfortunately for him, dad couldn't resist.

"Trời ơi. Trẻ quá mà có bạn gái rồi!" he bursted out while laughing. (Oh my, so young yet you already have a girlfriend!)

"She is NOT my girlfriend!" Joe exclaimed. Even though it was dark on our way home, Joe's bright blush was easily noticeable.

"Seriously, I don't even know why you're even denying it. Who the heck talks like that to someone who's not a date?" I asked.

"I talk like that to everyone on the phone!"

…

"That was a terrible lie, wasn't it?"

Dad and I nodded our heads in sync.

"Ugh, can we stop talking about this already? It's awkward!"

I don't think I remember doing anything else other than laughing with dad for the rest of the ride home.

I yawned as I got off dad's car. Not willing to ring the doorbell and wait for Rose, I fished a key out of my bag and used it to unlock the door. To my surprise, Rose didn't come running to us as we walked through the door. In fact, not a sound was made as we walked in. Scanning the hallway that contained our bedrooms, I noticed her closed bedroom door. Checking to see if she was okay, I turned the knob slowly and took a quick peek.

Several sheets of paper along with her violin were scattered over her small small desk. Taking careful steps as to not make noise, I walked over to her desk and neatly arranged the sheets of paper in a stack, noticing they contained drawings of her favorite animals and characters, and brushed away the eraser fragments. Beside the desk laid Rose, who was covered in a pink blanket and sleeping soundly. I smiled and brushed her hair away before leaving the room, not willing to wake her up.

Seeing her safe, I let out a sigh of relief. The last house we lived in had been broken into. To say I was worried for her being left alone would've been an understatement, but then again, it was dad who decided to keep her home so I trusted his judgement.

Heading to the kitchen to grab a quick drink, I noticed a paper bag left on the kitchen table. Inspecting it, I saw a burger and hotdog inside.

"Ăn đi. Ba mua cho con." (Eat it. I bought it for you.)

Ah, just what I needed after a game. Even Though I didn't really play for long.

"Thanks Ba."

News of our tie spread throughout the school like a wildfire. Once I had reached campus, I found myself crowded by several students, seemingly from other sports teams asking me how we managed to tie with the Private High School for the Gifted.

"Dude, we've never beaten them before! How the heck did you guys manage to tie?!"

"You guys were relatively a new team too! You gotta tell us!"

Thankfully, Cristiano was a big help, as he came over to me and brought all the attention to himself and dragged all of them away, giving me a wink as he became even more bombarded with questions than me.

Classes passed by me in a flash. Most of the time I usually spent learning was spent on answering questions. Even Lapis couldn't resist asking me how we had won as the basketball team had a match against them soon. Was a tie really all that special? While it wasn't a loss it certainly wasn't a win either. Before I knew it, when lunch came, Cristiano hurriedly called us all together, as we had been requested for an interview by the newspaper club. Alpha, Joe and Eun-Wol seemed to be out of the loop just like I was, as even they looked overwhelmed like me. Even Eun-Wol's hair tie hung loosely from his head.

After a brief introduction, the interviewer asked coach several questions regarding who were were.

"So, it's been known now that so far, you all are the only team this season that hasn't lost to the Private High School of the Gifted yet. How do you feel, knowing this?" she asked.

"It certainly makes us proud." Coach answered. "Our team was started four years ago in the lowest division and we've managed to climb our way up the ladder while lacking resources. The fact that we're here in the First Division, and the fact that we've managed to tie with our rivals, shows how far we've come and the fact that our future is looking bright."

All of us cheered at that statement, unwilling to hide the pride we felt. I cheered as well, having been reminded of what it took for our upperclassmen to bring us here.

"Well now, I'm sure you have much to say about the match yesterday, right? Captain Cristiano, what was running through your mind as you scored the first goal?"

Cristiano rubbed his head holding a sheepish expression on his face. "Well, what to say? After our opponents had scored two goals on us, all I was thinking was that I didn't want to lose. While everything was going on, I did whatever my mind would tell me to get the ball past that line. When the opportunity to perform a header came, I hurried and took it. It was only because of the team that I had managed to do it. It's also thanks to Alpha here that we were able to tie the game."

"Ah yes! Alpha Zero!" the interviewer then moved to Alpha, even more enthusiastically so than she did with coach or Cristiano. Her face was only a mere inches away from his own and as he leaned back, she leaned forward.

"Congratulations on your debut! You've certainly scored with style, especially in crunch time being behind by a goal. How did you feel, knowing you had scored the goal that saved your team from a loss?" she asked, this time in a softer voice, almost as if she was trying to be seductive. Her crush on him was so obvious it hurt. The way she had asked the question made it seem like he was the captain instead of Cristiano.

"Well, no words could describe how happy I felt. While it wasn't a win, it was relieving to know we showed them that were weren't going to stay under them forever. We played to win and the tie was the result of our hard work and dedication."

She then continued to interview Alpha, who replied mostly with what had already been said by either coach or Cristiano already. Even then, she continued to be enticed as if missing a single word would ruin the interview.

Once the interview was done, Alpha immediately rested his hands on his knees and took several deep breaths as if he had just finished a sprint.

"Man, she got way too close for comfort…" he sighed.

I could understand a little bit. Who knew all of that attention could leave one so exhausted? Right after the interview ended, we were bombarded once again. To escape, most of the team split up in separate groups and directions. Us four freshmen, who wanted to stick together, hurried away and somehow found ourselves in the hallways of one of the many school buildings and away from all the chaos. After catching our breath, we took in our surroundings, realizing that we were in a rather new building.

"Yo, check out all this art." Joe said, walking down the hallway. The hallway contained several rectangular framed pictures, each containing a different piece of art. The art was certainly nice to look at, as it ranged from realistic portraits of people to some random designs with splashes of color, each one highlighting the other.

Following him, we could hear several varieties of different music playing behind closed doors, and at the end, there was an open door. Peeking in, we saw students in white uniforms and black belts yelling as they performed their punches and kicks.

"A martial arts club?" I asked nobody in particular.

"Tae-Kwon-Do club." Eun-Wol answered. "I'm in this club too. Meetings are usually after school, but some like to practice during lunch. You want to come in?"

"Bro, please! Lead the way!" Alpha exclaimed.

As we walked in, many of the club members smiled and nodded their heads at us before quickly resuming their training. I sighed as I sat down on the matted floor, relieved to be able to relax.

"Some tea?"

Before us stood what looked like the head or "master" of the club holding a tray full of teacups.

"Thank you," we said. I, out of habit, bowed to give additional respect. Dad had always been picky about greeting adults. That plus, the man looked pretty intimidating. While he did smile at us, he was also in uniform like the other students in the club, but this time the uniform was in different color. Contrary to the white uniform of the students, both his uniform and belt were black. That combined with how big his uniform was and how much his muscles showed through, it felt as if one flick from his finger to the head would give me a concussion. He seemed unintentionally terrifying.

"Saboonim." Eun-Wol greeted, standing up and bending about ninety degrees.

From there, the two exchanged words in Korean. Alpha and I, not understanding a word, turned to Joe, who we both knew was partially Korean.

"Are you getting any of this?" Alpha asked.

Joe shrugged his shoulders. "Ehh...maybe every third word or so. They're just talking about training and not slacking off. At least I think so...man, I need to brush up on my Korean."

Joe's head drooped a little, seemingly ashamed to be unable to understand his own language. I, slightly understanding how he felt, just gave a pat on his back.

"So! What are you guys doing here? Interested in joining the Tae-Kwon-Do club?" the "Master" asked.

"Ahh, no. Sorry, we were just seeking refuge from the crowds." Alpha replied.

He nodded in understanding. "Ah, you must be part of the soccer team. I heard the news this morning. 'The first time a sports team from our school hasn't lost to the Private Highschool of the Gifted!' or something like that, correct?"

"Right on the money." Joe replied.

"Hm. The club members were just the same a while ago. Unfortunately, we're in a similar situation. While we have won gold several times, our victories against our rivals have been very few and in between. That's why I told them if they mentioned it any more I would make them practice during lunch, hence what you see here. You have nothing to worry about. None of the members here will bother you. They've learned their lesson." he chuckled.

"Go on, make yourselves at home. In the meantime, you all are always welcome to come here. Who knows? Maybe you'll want to join us as well. No taekwondo knowledge required!"

We chuckled as well, thankful for the hospitality.

"Man, I'm thinking of joining. I could hang out here all day. The tea's awesome and I could learn some self-defense." Alpha said, sipping the tea.

Joe snorted. "And try to balance that with your freerunning, school work, and soccer? Yeah, keep dreaming. I already have my hands full with Key Club. Though I wouldn't mind dropping here once in awhile. What about you, Ronnie?"

Joe had a point. Don't get me wrong, I'd love to be involved in more clubs, especially a martial arts one, but my grades still took priority. It wasn't worth joining another club if it made my grades fail, causing me to lose my scholarship here.

"Yeah...I think I'm fine as of now. Maybe when I get a little more used to things I'll think about it."

"Suit yourselves. I'll go get a recruiting form."

Once the bell rang, signalling the end of lunch, we returned back to our normal schedules. I guess thanks to the news broadcast, everyone's attention on us died down a bit.

When the final bell rang, I once again packed all my things and headed to the locker room for practice. While some students seemed to leave school as usual, I saw many other students wearing different entering our school, all of whom were carrying cameras and other similar equipment. Thinking nothing of it, I hurried and changed in the locker room and upon arriving at the stadium, I found it completely surrounded by people holding cameras, recording whatever was going on on the field.

I said my excuse me's as I made my way through the crowd, and onto the field, towards Eun-Wol juggling the ball.

"First to five?" he asked.

"You're on."

Immediately the flashes started.

"Thirty-two...thirty-three...thirty-four...thirty-five. Thirty-five people filming us. Currently." Cristiano said as we stretched.

"Not surprising." Coach said. "We just pulled off a tie. Now we're a target for them as well. Well, they're not going to get much."

According to the upperclassmen, students from other schools would often go to the Private Highschool of the Gifted and film their training sessions, trying to find ways of beating them. Unfortunately, none prevailed. Before us, that is. Now they were trying to find out how we had managed it.

"Yeah, not a really good decision to use all that memory right after we just had a game…"

Because we had just played a game yesterday, practice today was light. Today all we'd be doing was jogging, passing, and dribbling. Nothing too exhausting. Combined with the fact that many players were still sore from yesterday many of their passes, especially Eun-Wol's , were either off target or fell a little short. The camera crews really came at a bad time.

Despite our lackluster practice, the spectators still stayed, filming our every move and only left when practice had ended. Their reactions were as expected.

"Is this really the team that beat them?" many of them whispered. Whether they were trying to be secretive or not was beyond us.

While many of us stayed silent and ignored them, Alpha suddenly responded.

"Yup!" he said, holding a thumbs up to them.

We all snickered at his response and their shocked reaction, as if they weren't expecting anyone to hear. They then hurried away from the stadium.

After changing, we all walked out of the gym to be met by a black, sleek car, parked right in front of the gym. While the majority of our teammates ignored it, Alpha froze in his spot.

"Will…"

"Hm?" We looked at Alpha in wonder. His normally positive face was replaced with a stern look. From out of the car came a glasses-wearing tall man, flanked by other men in suits.

Alpha stepped forward until he was inches from the man.

"Hello Will, what brings you here?" he asked. While he addressed the man in a respectful tone, I felt something odd about him. Almost as if he was faking it. If the man had noticed, he didn't say anything.

"I just wanted to congratulate you for your tie against us. From being a shoddy team to a team who thinks they stand a chance against us...I guess your addition to the team really did wonders didn't it?" he said.

"You overestimate me. I didn't do it alone and you shouldn't just downplay my the contribution of the entire team." Alpha replied, once again with the same cold politeness.

The man named will chuckled and closed the book he was holding, making sure to bookmark where he left off. "Now now, no need to be so upset. I was only praising you! But you know...you could be so much more if you had joined us. It's never too late you know…"

"I think I like where I am now, thank you." Alpha replied once again, hastily, this time sounding a little more annoyed.

Will sighed in disappointment. "Don't you know you're stifling your growth by staying here? What's so special about this school? It's not like they've accomplished anything we haven't."

"No special reason. I just like it more here."

"Well, if you ever decide to change your mind, I'll always be here. Come on you two, let's go." He then made sure to wave to Alpha before he left in his car.

There was a quick pause before Alpha's shoulders slumped and he exhaled a long breath.

"So...are we allowed to ask what the heck was that?" Joe whispered to us, unsure of whether or not it was a sensitive subject.

"Not sure…" I whispered back. Thankfully, Eun-Wol took initiative and walked to his side.

"Everything alright?" he asked.

"Yeah...yeah. Everything's great..."

It clearly wasn't. All the positivity he had radiated during our times of knowing him had disappeared in an instant as if the sun's light was extinguished. Although I wanted to know more, I thought maybe it was better if we left him alone. Didn't want to pry too much into his personal affairs.

"Well, how about we go and get some rest for now? I'll see you guys tomorrow." I said, hoping to diffuse the situation. Thankfully, everybody agreed as well.

Joe, Eun-Wol and I all patted Alpha in hopes of making him feel better before going our separate ways.

After taking a shower, I plopped down on my bed, and sighed, thankful for the light homework load I had today.

Feeling a little tired from the day's events, I decided to fall asleep in my current position, uncaring that only part of my body was on the bed.

That is until dad's voice brought me out of my attempted slumber.

"Trường ơi! Vô đây biểu!" (Aaron! Get over here!)

Groaning and dragging myself to the backyard, which was where I heard his voice, I noticed him pushing something very large and sleek towards the slide door. Because it was dark, I couldn't really make out what he was rolling in, that is until I came closer and noticed it was a piano.

Upon seeing me, he ushered me over.

"Giúp ba một tay. Đẩy cáy đàn này vô." (Give your father a hand. Help me push the piano in.)

It took some effort, but after a few labored pushes, we managed to force the piano through the door and into the living room.

"Yay!" All of a sudden, Rose rushed into the room from the garage, carrying with her the chair to the piano. After setting it down she locked him in a tight embrace.

"Cám ơn ba! Cám ơn anh hai!" she said. (Thank you daddy! Thank you big brother!)

"Oh, không có chi con. Ba chỉ đem vô vì ba biết con thích chơi dàn thôi." he said, pecking her on the head. (Oh you're very welcome. I brought it in because I knew you enjoyed playing it.)

Rose giggled before lifting up the covers to play immediately. It was a song I had heard many times during her practices, only this time it flowed more smoothly, thanks to the time she had spent practicing. She was hitting the keys faster, making fewer if not any mistakes at all, and the way she moved her head showed how much she enjoyed playing it. Thinking of it now, it was also a song that mom enjoyed playing I think it was called "Winter Sonata" or something.

I noticed dad smiling widely as he watched her play, almost as if she was hypnotizing him. The way he looked at her kind of resembled the way he looked at Mẹ (Mom) when she played.

"Ba nhớ không? Một lần ba muốn dục đàn này sau khi mẹ qua đời." I asked. (Dad, do you remember? One time you wanted to throw away the piano after mom passed away.)

Dad smiled faintly, as if he was going back on memory lane to the times when it was just him, mom and I. "Mm. Ba và con đâu có biết chơi đàn đâu. Đàn này cũng bự và hồi đó nhà mình rất nhỏ. Ba sợ không ai dùng." (Neither you nor I knew how to play it. It was also very big while our house was very small. I was afraid nobody was going to use it.)

The way he said it made it seem like it was because the piano was taking up space that he wanted to throw it away. But he and I knew that wasn't the whole truth. After mom had passed away, neither I nor dad could look at the piano without missing mom. The fact that no songs were being played didn't really help either. Dad would rub his hands over the piano and play a few songs mom had taught him, but after that he would leave and would focus on his work.

"I'm glad I didn't." he said, this time in english.

Turning back to Rose, we stared at her while she was still lost and engrossed in the music. It was something that dad and I took solace in.

Before she could walk, Rose always loved sitting by the piano and hitting the notes. It was where she had spent most of her time if she wasn't at her desk drawing. By the time she had reached kindergarten and after lots of begging, dad finally allowed her to take lessons, which had only ceased after we had moved. But even then, it didn't stop her from finding new ways to learn and practice.

Sometimes we felt bad for her. She had always listened to ba and was never one to complain or ask for much, even though our living conditions had improved. Even worse, she grew up not knowing Mẹ. Whether or not it mattered to her, we didn't know. But to us, the piano seemed to be their only connection. Before I knew it, I felt my eyes stinging.

"Tội nghiệp An Nhiên…" dad said, almost as if he was reading my mind. Maybe it was because he felt the same way. (Poor Rose)

After she had finished with the first song, Rose went on to playing piano covers of pop songs on arranged by ear. Sometimes we called her out on a missed note, which made her flush, but in the end she made it through. It was only when dad said it was time for bed that she finally stopped playing. Deciding also to turn in for the night, I once again plopped onto my bed, this time properly with all of my body on it.

Before closing my eyes though, I decided to have one last look at my phone, just to see if there were any messages I had missed out on. Sure enough, my phone showed several unread messages this time from…

"Aw man…"

Sighing and tapping on the notification, it brought me to a very familiar contact.

Jerk.

First you pretend not to know me through text and then you have the gall to do it in public?! Pretending to recognize me only when I had to bring our meeting up...making me look small.

I mean, I always knew you were a jerk but this is just asinine. Hope high school gives you hell.

Should I just ignore or reply to the texts?

Name: Eun-Wol Moon. (Moon Eun-Wol)

Gender: Male

Birthdate: July 9th

Age: 14-15

Height: 5'9"

Interests: soccer, taekwondo, music

Hobbies: cooking, training, performing drum covers of songs

Strongest Subject: Language

Favorite food: Galbi

Favorite bands: The Taxi, The Leafre

Interesting info: Surprisingly has a lot of secret admirers despite being someone who doesn't talk often. Also, because he doesn't talk often, a lot about about him remains a mystery, though the main reason he doesn't talk is because he doesn't know how to initiate a conversation. He would certainly like to talk more, but he's also shy about showing off his accent, for he's afraid of being made fun of for it.

He lives in a very fancy and traditional home with his grandfather and younger sister. There, he spends most of his time training with his grandfather and assisting him in the dojang. His grandfather runs a very popular martial arts school and there are currently hundreds of students learning in the dojang. More more seem to be coming.

Neither he nor his sister know anything about their parents. Therefore it was mainly him who raised his sister, Lang. Because of that, Lang is very attached and doesn't like her brother being too far away. In fact, she was even against him enrolling to MapleStory Academy due to the large distance between the school and their home, even though it isn't very far. To close the distance, Lang begged their grandfather to let her enroll in Victoria elementary.