Chapter 1: Younger

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A girl was sitting in her room quietly waiting for her parents. She never goes to sleep until her parents don't come home. She sat down on her bad shivering because it was raining and she has to feed the bunnies outside whenever they show up. Her older sisters Jennie and Lisa and her older brother who is Jimin. They moved out of the house because they wanted to stay away from the family. None of them got along only Jimin and March got along. 

The doorbell finally rang and March ran downstairs to greet her parents. They came inside and ruffled her hair. "OMG our daughter had grown look at that frown on her face." the mother said while laughing and making fun of her. "I ain't that eight year old anymore I am now twenty and I wish to be treated that way." March said while hugging her father. "Well don't think that you are thaaaaat old." Said the dad. March laughed and went for the kitchen.

"Jennie, Lisa unnie and Jimin hyung are finally coming home for the family dinner" March said with a big smile on her face. Then they heard a loud knock on the door. Mom told March to run upstairs and hide under her bed and she did so. Then Mrs. Jay-yun came running to March's room and started to cry. They heard a big bang a gun had fired. March's door opened slowly and then a another bang was heard. Her mother now died.

The men left the house and left March to cry on her own. Now she had no family. Her sisters and brother never cared for her that much because she was the youngest. The next day the ambulance and police came over. March was left alone and then her siblings came over to calm her down. They all were worried but none of them wanted to stay together. So Jimin took March in his hands and now she lives with him. Jennie worked at a cafe, Lisa worked as a waiter at a super expensive restaurant, and Jimin worked with a company where they make videos and took care of models and actors they also created movies. He was the CEO and March worked at a cafe too but not where Jennie worked.   

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