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([sub]6:55 AM, the Han-Reid household.[/sub]) 

"Tae Min! [i]Tae Min![/i] TAE MIN, WAKE UP!" 
Hazel's shrill southern accent met Tae Min's ears, and he woke up with a groan and a mutter of [color=SpringGreen]"Go away, Ji..." [/color]
"I'm not Ji Yoon. I'm Hazel. If you were awake, you would have known that!" 
[color=SpringGreen]"Damn it! Sorry!"[/color] He replied. 
"Momma's gonna kill and bury you if you swear like that." Came a response from the ten year old, who had now seated herself at the foot of Tae Min's bed. She and Tae-Min's biological little sister Ji Yoon shared the bunk bed across the room. 
[color=SpringGreen]"Okay, gimme a second. I have to get dressed."[/color] He said tiredly, to which Hazel responded by leaving the room. 
Given some privacy, Tae Min quickly threw on some clean clothes, carefully selecting a scarf and gloves he'd made himself. It wasn't terribly cold out, but he wanted to show off his crocheting skills. And hide that nasty tilt in his neck. 
Tae Min scrambled downstairs to the kitchen, finding his little sisters already dressed and finished with breakfast. His stepmother Sheila was washing some dishes at the sink, her braided black hair neatly tied up in a bun. 
"Dude, what do I always tell you about sleeping in on school days?" She said, her warm, almost smoky sounding Texan drawl bringing a smile to Tae Min's face. 
[color=SpringGreen]"Sorry, Sheila. I was up late last night."[/color] Tae Min answered, smiling sheepishly and grabbing a piece of bread from the refrigerator and toasting it quickly. 
"Well, you better learn to wake up and get to school on time before your teachers whip your ass with willow branches or whatever it is they do for punishments at that place..." 
[color=SpringGreen]"Riiight. Hey, where's mom?"[/color]
"Gets to sleep in. She deserves it, ya know?" 
Tae Min nodded, waving a quick goodbye to his stepmother and the girls before grabbing his shoes and trotting out to the garage to get his bike. 

([sub]7:30 AM - Delbrook Academy[/sub])

Tae Min got off his bike and locked it up outside the school, running in through the glass front doors and weaving his way up to his homeroom, ignoring the disapproving looks of the hall monitors. He'd missed the first day of school and had been late yesterday as well, so some of the staff was already starting not to like him. But it wasn't his fault if he couldn't remember day to day whether or not he had school....

By the time he got to the classroom, Mrs. Wiley had seated all the other students. [color=SpringGreen]"Sorry I'm late!"[/color] He said quickly, pausing to catch his breath as he was assigned a seat in the second row from the front, next to a boy who looked [i]way[/i] too young to be in high school. Tae Min never liked child prodigies. They made him feel insecure about his already lacking scholastic prowess. But something about this 'kid' told him that there was probably some other explanation to him being here other than being a pompous smartass. 

Tae Min casually waved to everyone, taking his seat next to the shorter boy. He didn't recognize anyone from last year. Last year he hadn't been very popular, despite his best efforts to be painstakingly nice to everybody. 

The little boy didn't look like he wanted to talk, so Tae Min turned to the other boy he sat next to, who was incidentally a lot closer to his height. He remembered that this was Andreas from last year. They'd taken Biology together, but didn't have a lot of time to talk as they only shared the one class.
 [color=SpringGreen]"Hey, Andreas!"[/color] He greeted cheerfully, a warm smile etched into his face. He had neat rows of white teeth, with a slight gap between the front two on the top row. It just kind of added to his slightly dorky appearance. [color=SpringGreen]"How're you liking sophomore year so far? Day three, huh? Well, day two for me. Anyway, it's Friday! Excited for the weekend? Sorry, am I talking your ear off? I can shut up It's cool, I'm sorry..."
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[center][h2][color=OliveDrab]Tobit Broflovski[/color][/h2][/center][center][url=http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=211511810]outfit[/url][/center]

Toby felt an awkward silence start to set in, and he cringed back, running his hands through his less-than-immaculately-clean sandy brown hair. He winced as his little fingers ran over the bandage. Clearly, whatever he was hiding under that was still new and stinging. He was still slumped over his desk, propped up on his elbow as if he didn't have the energy to keep himself upright. 

He looked up as a tall boy with light pink hair ran through the classroom door, apologizing to the teacher before sitting right next to him. Great. Toby was now surrounded by strangers. He put his head back down, anxiously tapping his fingers on the surface of his desk.