Should Have Stayed in WOL (1/2)

The silent alarm of the dawn's light covered my eyes, waking me. I looked out the window and watched the sun slowly rise. It didn't take long for the sun's slight to fill my lonely, bleak apartment. I sat up, reached over the side of the bed and picked up the cardboard blinds I made, before setting it in front of the glass window. No more blinding light.

My new school uniform blended in with the clay-gray walls. I buttoned up the front and adjusted the sleeves looking in the cracked mirror that barely hung on the wall. I practically had to beg the school's administration to allow me access into the school with my blonde hair and no parents to physically represent me. Humans were easy to fool, but sometimes it took a long time. I grabbed my back pack and left, no time for anything else. There was only one city bus that I could take that would get me there on time.

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It was disgusting how humans banded together in one place. It reminded me of how flys buzzed around a pile of @#$%. Spazzy and annoying. If Yifan was here his aura would have demanded people to stop and look at him. But they didn't. People were too busy with their useless @#$% piles to even notice an intruder waltzing through their territory.

A force pushed heavily on my back, pushing me against the door. The skin of my cheek was plastered against the glass and people were staring on the other side, eyes wide open. Then, as if it wasn't enough the door opened and I tumbled onto the floor, somebody else--heavy and fat--fell onto me.

When my lungs filled with air I shouted, not know who fell on top of me. "Get the hell off of me!"

"I'm so sorry!" A deep voice shouted back, frantic, in my ear. The weight lifted off of me and I rolled over to look up at someone I didn't expect.

The boy wasn't fat at all, he was just really tall. He had short black hair and bright curious eyes. His voice was deeper than I though someone so tall and thin would have. It just wasn't right. I blinked at him, still furious, trying to calm myself. "It's okay," I sighed.

The boy held out his hand for me, but I didn't take it.

Another boy, shorter, a lot shorter, ran up beside him. "Chanyeol," his voice was higher than Chanyeol's--the tall boy--and slightly screechy-er. But it wasn't like his voice was unbearable. "Are you okay?" He then looked at me, just noticing me. "Oh," a guilty look. "Are you okay?"

The boy's round face was frowning, sincerely sorry about something. "He was taking forever, so I pushed him; but I didn't think he would fall on someone. I'm sorry." He bowed to me.

I nodded my head for a pathetic bow. "It's okay," I said. Why stay mad? Hopefully I wouldn't see them again. "I'm Luhan."