CHAPTER ONE

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I didn't have anything better to do today than to stare at my phone all day watching Tiktok of BTS and other k-pop groups. I know a typical girl with nothing to do than that, but that is my everyday life. since nothing new come in my life like romance (like I go outside)*note the sarcasm*. I take care of myself with the allowance my dear old father provide me with. I can be independent but I am not just ready to you yet.

So here I am thinking of what to eat this morning, getting up from the bed , I stretched and made my way to the fridge opened it and voila, nothing, just ketchup. I need to head out today and get groceries, arghh the strength that this is going to take from me.

I spent three hours debating on whether to bath with cold, hot or warm water, then deciding the clothes to go with, whether comfortable, sexy, tired and don't want to talk to anybody, just fucking want to sleep look, but I decided to go with the tired and don't wan to talk to anybody. My father took my car from me, his car rather, blocked my card and stopped depositing the rent of the house. He thought he had me. I had a trick up my sleeves, every time he deposited money to me I withdrew it to stash in my water closet. Good trick I learnt from the boarding school, But seriously I have to go look for work. Maybe tomorrow I will try Light industries as an assistant to the CEO ,let me stop setting the standard too high even if I get the cleaner post I don't mind. I need to work the put money into then my purse and account and put food on the table. The main goal of my life.

I reached the bus stand, there I saw people with a different story. The guy who is going to work but he isn't dressed completely, I am assuming he is lat., The mother who has eyebags under her eyes, guess she is going to pick her children form school. An old grandpa who wants someone to leave the important thing he or she is doing to help him get on the bus and that person will probably be me. The youth with a headset trying to blast his head off with music. God I missed my youthful days.

The bus came, I helped the old man get on, gave him my seat and stood as a nice girl I am.

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