Diana-Huang

It was a warm Saturday night in August. I had the window to my room open and the fan on, but I was still sweating in a tank top and shorts trying to sleep. My very first day of high school would be starting on Monday and being anxious about school wasn't helping. I have been having dreams about not being prepared at school where I forget my backpack, I forget to wear clothes. I forget there is an exam, and I did not study. Will my grades be ok? Will I make friends in the new school? I had headphones on to listen to music and play games on my phone to help me relax when a gentle shaking of the bed began. Thinking it was mom trying to get my attention to tell me something, I took off the headphones and looked at the door. I saw no one and the shaking got stronger. Earthquake! I felt a twinge of anxiety, but did not bother getting out of bed. This is California, I'm used to this! It is usually just a little one. The gentle rattle of the glass in the windows got louder as the

Grabbing their stuff, the six of them joined the great salmon migration up the stairs towards the double door exits behind them. The sky was dark so they did not stop until they were in a more open space under a lamppost. Everyone took turns waiting in line to use the restrooms one last time before making the long journey home. "You need to leave now, right?" Hyun-ki asked as she waited around with Tachyon. “Yes.” "Where is your manager?" Tachyon checked his phone, "He tells me to go to the loading docks. It's on the other side. Can you come with me?" "Of course!" said Hyun-ki As soon as the other girls finished, they herded around Tachyon and walked him all the way around the arena perimeter to the sparser, quieter, and darker loading dock gates. There was a security check point at the entrance where fans have been gathering outside waiting to see their favorite artists leave the arena. Tachyon walked up to the security guard and told him his name. The guards checked their

It was a blur to Hyun-ki how she got back home. It was around noon on Sunday when she woke up staring at the ceiling wondering if everything with the boy and STModL was a dream. She reached over for her phone. It was not there. Moving her stiff achy head and body, she spotted her tote on the ground. Looking inside she saw the Hadron, a purple pouch of photo cards, and a brick. Pulling the heavy thing out she saw it was Baryon, their latest album. It was covered with their autographs. No wonder my body is so sore. This thing is heavier than my textbooks. She turned on her phone and looked through social media. There were dozens of notes and messages to check. They were posts and reposts with pictures of her and her friends posing with STModL members along with Tachyon holding the red t-rex she won for him marked with #Tachyon, #scarynoonas along with #STModL under the photos they took backstage at the soccer arena. She kept scrolling and saw airport photos of STModL saying they were