Started: 24.02.2022
Ended: 10.04.2022
Y'ALL ARE WARNED!! THE STORY IS A BIT CRINGE AND SHIT, IT WAS WRITTEN BEFORE MY WRITING GOT BETTER SO THIS IS NOT THE BEST FF, if you still decide to read it, thank you so much!! <3<3<3
Choi Mi-Ra, the girl that...
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☆☆☆ 07:30am May 16th Choi mansion ☆
The sound of the alarm going off and the sound of birds chipping around the window might have been the worst way to wake up, beside hearing your father yell, that is.
Mi-Ra sighed, squeezing her eyes even more as if trying to bring herself back in her dreams instead of actually waking up. Her eyes were tired enough, she didn't need another day of school, thank you very much. School was exhausting anyway. Having to deal with professors that barely care about students, exams that are supposed to grade you on your knowledge even though a human could be graded much better without all the pressure put upon them and buch of shitass bullies roaming around as if they were gods.
The alarm kept going off and if she didn't get up now, she knew she'll have to deal with the consequences of being late and hearing her sister nag at her. So, with all the willpower left in her body, she stretched her arm and slammed the blue plastic enough for it to shut up.
Fucking hell, I shouldn't have watched that show up until 4am, now I can't even get up from bed. Mi-Ra complained, trashing on the bed for few seconds like a child before actually getting up.
First thing when she got up, was noticing the way her wrist stung with pain. Second was noticing that her dumbass didn't clean the cuts yesterday and watched the show instead and third thing she noticed was that she had only thirty minutes to be out of her house if she wanted to meet up with her sister.
You see, Choi Mi-Ra was the sister of Choi Nam-Ra, daughter of two shitheads that had to divorce and separate the two sisters. Mi-Ra lived with her father because it wasn't a secret that her mother despised her. She resembled her father, his features and even his reckless behaviours. Her eyes were same as her father's, her voice sometimes resembled his and her attitude and short temper were taken from him. Whereas Nam-Ra, she looked exactly like their mother. Smooth long hair, eyes shaped as if copy pasted from their mother and cold and closed off like their mother.
When the divorce happened, four years ago, their mother said that she would be only taking Nam-Ra and leave Mi-Ra to her father. Of course, that was only the beginning of Mi-Ra's downfall. Their father didn't want Nam-Ra much but he allowed Nam-Ra to spend her weekends in his house and Mi-Ra was never invited nor wanted in their mother's house.
