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Making the leave from his car, Lucas Cho began to walk towards a tall, brick building. He was dressed in a light jacket, some skinny jeans, and a beanie. He sighed. Life as a college student in Eastwood City wasn't easy, and it wasn't much easier when the grading system was against you. Anatomy, his worst enemy of a class, was causing his grades to plummet (not that his other grades were so hot). And he was an art student. It was actually quite embarrassing for him.
Lucas pushed the front doors open, feeling the light brush of the cool air on him. This was definitely the guidance building. The look of depressed students and administration workers confirmed that one. Glancing down at the small piece of paper in his hand, Lucas sighed yet again. "This blows," he muttered.
After minutes of searching, Lucas finally found the room he was looking for. He walked inside slowly.
"Hello? M'am?" he asked, glancing towards the woman at the desk. She was clearly years older than him, and she wore a tired expression. "I'm here to talk about my grades?"
"Ah yes, Mr. Cho," she said, stacking some papers on her desk. "Sit down."
Lucas uneasily approached her, slowly reclining back in the wooden chair. He could feel himself start to sweat.
"Now, your GPA is currently..." she began to say, squinting at the paper below her. "Oh my God, a 1.63?"
"Yes," he squeaked, his heart beginning to beat a tad quicker. A lot of personal things had been going on in his life, so studying became horribly difficult. He found no time for drawing or painting like he used to - it just all didn't click.
"You keep on failing classes," the woman continued. "Though on the phone you were asking for any opportunities to raise this?"
"Yes," he quietly said again, avoiding her stare.
"I'm afraid there's no way to do this," she explained, placing the paper in her hand down. Lucas quickly glanced up at her in shock, an almost helpless expression on his face. "You can't just do extra credit like that. However, with you retaking these classes, that has to cost money, yeah?"
Lucas nodded his head.
"So, I have a way you can earn a decent sum of money to pay for a good majority of your income. No one else wanted to take the job," she then said, looking at Lucas.
"What's the job?"
"You have to house a few exchange students for a while. You commute, right? So it would be no problem," the woman said with a laugh. "And I called your parents before you came in. They're fine with it since it means good money."
"House exchange students?" Lucas asked. "How many are there?"
"Maybe three? I didn't get an exact number. The woman who visited was pretty vague." What Lucas didn't know is that the school was donated thousands of dollars in exchange for finding someone to house these exchange students. It was a mysterious offer, but one the school couldn't refuse.
"I mean, it's not like I have any other choice," Lucas quietly said. "And are you sure it will pay for my tuition?"
The woman slowly nodded, a slight smirk on her face as she did so.
"Okay, I'll do it."
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Meanwhile, a woman was shouting orders at a large group of teenagers. Corralling them all onto a bus, they all took their own seats and waited to see what she would say. Tristan, one of the many, was growing annoyed at this. They just left the college, and now they were being shipped off to some alien's house. It was nothing like home, and he hated it. Absolutely hated it.
His training on Earth would hopefully go by quick; the thought of staying for long sicked him. If all went well, he would go back to Pliri soon.
He remained quiet as the bus began to ride to the Chos' house. @Yun;
(( @Ib All Alone; @Winter Rain; @FinalArcadia; @progressforth; @Flaze; @Yang Xiao Long; @Asthaerignon; @Neopolitan; Hey guys! Here it is! Just have your OC going on the bus, and have them think about their new life on Earth. While I control the Chos, Yun will control you guys for now. If you need any refreshers on the plot, just check with the sign up thread! Any questions? PM or VM Yun or I about it. Have fun!))