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When she entered the halls of Rosefell, Miki’s first reaction was to puke, but she had been in unsavory situations before and she has taught herself the useful skill of stomaching the vilest substances known to man. If she could go to Cleveland, she can endure this...this place.

As her heels clacked and clacked against the dirty floors, the chatter of those around her, the too-90s-for-their-own good trash clung to each other like parasites. There was nothing attractive about this school. It didn’t matter to Miki if their attempts to make the superior species from Liberty feel at home by hanging a banner made with cheap paper, great value paint, and glitter faker than a Kardashian ass. It was made by trash and thus it didn’t amuse the Queen of Liberty.

She kept to a walk, squeezing past those who came too close, side-stepping people who tried to talk to her, scowling at those who couldn’t take a hint, and avoiding two guy leaning against a locker, talking about someone. She wanted to get as far away from this place as she could, but she couldn’t.

Besides, she had to get that God-forsaken nametag so she could know exactly what was gonna be her new kingdom. Talk about a downgrade.

Miki waited in line, heard an entire conversation between two people. Niki, whose name sounded familiar but not enough for her to care and Hunter Quinn. She knew him from the Rosefell and Liberty games, but again, the amount of energy it took for her to care was better spent on her phone. 

She sent a few text messages. One to her father who was checking up on her and a couple to her cousins. The time spent made her miss her turn and as she looked up, she bumped into a brick wall of a man.

[color=hotpink]“Um, excuse you!”[/color] She blurted out, almost pouting and huffing in the arrogant, entitled way only someone like Miki Park could. 

Deciding to let it go, Miki just let that person walk by and she claimed her tag. She didn’t bother speaking to the teacher who stood opposite of her. She just took the tacky blue nametag, wrote her name in perfect cursive, and turned around. To her surprise, she saw a familiar face. 

[color=hotpink]“Richard, I didn’t realize that was you!”[/color] She flashed him a delighted smile, moving her tiny legs and took the seat next to him, crossing her legs when she sat. [color=hotpink]“Why are you all alone? Where are your [i]boys[/i]?”[/color] Miki asked, ever the curious [s]nosey[/s] one.
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