Sorry Chapter 1

"YAH AYUMI HURRY UP! We're gonna be late for school, you lazy bum!!"

"Yeah, yeah, I'm coming.." Ayumi groans.

In like 5 years, you naggy dumb butt, she thought groggily.

Ayumi, an auburn haired seventeen year old sat up in her bed and sighed.

I hate how my best friend in the whole world feels the need to barge into MY house, and my parents, of all people, just let her. Then again, if she didn't barge into my house EVERYDAY, then I would be on academic probation by now.
Other than that, I am a perfectly good student. Except for math. Always B's, never A's. Not even an A-!! So sad, so sad. (And the only reason I even get that stupid B is because of my stupid friend who stupidly makes me study my stupid math. (HOW do you even study math, anyways?!!!))

She sighed and made her way down the stairs, with her eyes half shut and her hair uncombed and wily.

"AHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!"
Ayumi jumped backyards, and her eyes flung open.
"What??!!! Holy guacamole, you scared me, Hyori!"
"I'm sorry, it's just," She started laughing hysterically and twirled her hair. Of course, she couldn't keep a straight face and started laughing so hard that she almost fell over and rolled on the ground.
Ayumi pouted and said, "Hyori, you meanie. What's so funny?"

Hyori stumbled and struggled to make a straight face.
"Nice Hamtaro Pajamas!"

Ayumi crossed her arms and smirked "You're just jealous."

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"And you will follow the rules. Do I make myself clear?!" Ms.High&mighty commanded.
The mole on her neck is nasty!!
"Of course. Ayumi loves hamtaro,"
"Excuse me?" She exclaimed, a penciled in eyebrow rose.
"I-I-I meant, Ayumi loves....to...um..follow rules. Yup, I love to follow rules!" Ayumi quickly made up an excuse.
Darn that mole! It's distracting me!! ><
Ms.High&mighty turned and roughly grabbed a boy's shirt.
"AHHHHHHHHHHH!!! What the heck?!" he let out in a dolphin-esque voice.
"Mr.Kim, you will show Ms.Lee here around campus, understand?" She said, pushing her dark rimmed glasses back up her big long nose.
"A-alright." he stammered.
"Well then, I shall be off."
Ms.High&mighty walked away to deal with the troublesome and undisiplined students who were currently throwing spit balls at the newly hired professor.

"Thank god she's gone! I swear that every time I'm near her I want to puke!"
Ayumi chuckled and giggled, "So true.. Did you see the size of that thing!?"
"I swear it grows an inch everyday!"
"It's ALIVE!!"
The dolphin boy laughed making him look angelic.

"My name is Junsu by the way. Kim Junsu." He introduced himself, sticking out his hand.
"I'm Lee Ayumi. It's nice to meet you Junsu." Ayumi said shaking his hand.

"Yah Junsu why didn't you wait for me?!?!"
"Because you're too slow!!" Junsu yelled to the running figure down the hall.

He was so beautiful that Ayumi had to rub her eyes to make sure she wasn't seeing things.
Ohmygod. He's GORGEOUS!!!!!!
The "gorgeous" boy ran up to Junsu and smacked his head. Ayumi just stared dumbly with googly eyes.
"Yah! What was that for?"
"It's not my fault my rabid fangirls were all over me!!"
"You're too pretty for your own good."
"I'm NOT pretty!!!! I'm a GUY!!!!"
"You're right, Jaejoong. You're not pretty, you're 'GORGEOUS'!" Junsu swooned sarcastically
So his name is Jaejoong huh?
"Anyways, this is Lee Ayumi."
"Oh! It's nice to meet you. I'm Kim Jaejoong." He smiled that gorgeously gorgeous smile of his.
I think I just reached heaven.

"Y-you are me. I you me. M-my name i-is I you me."
"O.o Are you okay?"
Ayumi, get a hold of yourself!
"Y-ya I'm fine. Hehe sorry about that. First day here, so I'm a bit nervous."
Maybe I should put on my cute face
Ayumi smiled obnoxiously and batted her eyelashes furiously.
Everbody loves my cute face.......even if they don't know it. =.=
"Ummm... What are you doing?" Junsu asked
"Uhh... Erm... I told you I am nervous.."
Ohmygod, how embarrassing!
"Haha, don't worry. Everybody, gets nervous" Jaejoong chuckled, covering his mouth. It was a......shy chuckle. He is a shy guy.
MY shy guy!......Well, soon to be mine.

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"I'm sorry! Are you okay?!" A tall young boy panicked.
"I'm fine. Sorry about that. I should've watched where I was going." Hyori apologized.
"No that was my fault......are you new here? I don't think I've seen you around before." He asked, confusion written in his eyes.
"Actually, it's my first day here, and I'm a bit.....lost." She looked down trying to study the map.
"You know, it would help if you held the map the right side up." The boy chuckled making his almond shaped eyes mismatched.
"Hehe...thanks.."
Way to go Hyori. Yumi is right, you're such a dumb butt. =.=''
"No need to be embarrased! I actually did the same exact thing on my first day here!!" he reminisced.
"Hahaha, really?!"
"Yup! It was actually pretty embarrasing considering I did that in front of a teacher. My name is Shim Changmin by the way!" Changmin grined a toothy grin.
"I'm Lee Hyori!" Hyori smiled.

It's a real smile... Changmin thought.

Even though Umma has been gone for years, I can't stop thinking about her. Everyday, every hour, every minute, thoughts of her creep into my mind like bees to honey. She won't leave me alone. I'm haunted by the death she never should have recieved- she didn't deserve to recieve.
I'm startled by the scream of the kids on the playground.
"Umma! I don't want you to go~!" A chubby boy cried, holding a soccer ball.
Pathetic.
"It's my first day here!! I don't have any friends!!"
"Ah, Junsu! Don't be silly, you'll make lots of friends!!"
"Thanks umma~!" Junsu cried, clutching his umma's skirt.
"Please let go of Umma's skirt, you're pulling it down!" She laughed, jovially.
When Junsu let out a high pitched chuckle, tears brimmed on my eyes.
I would never know that kind of happiness again. I would never see my beautiful Umma's smiling face, hear her songlike laugh. I would never again be able to tell her my problems, cry to her, laugh with her, touch her smooth skin...
I ruined my life, and there's no going back.
Not only MY life, but my appa's, grandparents, ajushee's, ajuma's, and everybody else my Umma knew.
I carry the weight of thousands of people's suffering, on my ten year old, weakened shoulders.

"Hi, Changmin. How are you today?"
Ugh. What a fake expression.
"I'm sorry about your loss. If there's anything I could do just tell me ok?" the teacher asked me in a sickenly sweet voice.
She didn't understand. She didn't mean it. Nobody ever means it.
She was fake. They are all fake.