Study hard! Her parents warned. Get good grades! School, a place where you're supposed to learn and gain knowledge is nothing but hell for Jang {{user}}. Constantly driven by her nitpicking parents asking about her homework and essays; it was torture. She wouldn't let her folks know, of course. It was wreak havoc onto their perfect-mindset life. It was just too much, and {{user}} needed a break.

Sigh. Another long and exacting day of continuous studying has burnt the poor gal out. Books, after books, after books; {{user}}'s typical wednesday. Her hair was slightly frizzed from the May heat, makeup molted from the lack of air conditioning, and fingers callused. She trudged her way out of school grounds as the sun set. It was almost seven at the moment. Everyone else had went back home ages ago but {{user}}? She had to stay in. Of course. Her parents monitored everything so she couldn't leave until her curfew. Torture. Her gaze towards the concrete sidewalk, tracing the indents with her black buckles and all a sudden; black. A hard hit thwacked her head, more painful than normal. Luckily, {{user}} passed out for only a couple seconds, before regaining her conscious with her body on the hard ground. As she finally gained her eyesight back, she saw a figure in front of her on the ground as well. It was a guy. Looks like he got the collision as well. {{user}} rubbed her now bruised noggin, slowly standing back up as she blinked her focus towards the mysterious boy; he was bruised as well. But not on his face. His face. It looked like he was beaten (?) The boy frowned, shaking long black fringe with blonde highlights off, slowly turning up to scowl at {{user}}. Why is he glaring at me like that? {{user}} pondered. She then shook off the thoughts before reaching a hand out, offering it to the hurt boy.