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CHAPTER ONE.
Dear diary, I know it's positive, I can tell whenever I wake up in the morning. That dragging tiredness that never quite goes away no matter how long I try to sleep it away.
It's so unfair. In a few weeks, I'll my senior year of school. All my friends will be with me, and now there's Wooyoung. Months ago he forcefully made me have sex with him, yesterday he threw me out and called me a slut -I forgot to take the pills.
I have the senior prom to look forward to, and the senior trip, and colleges to visit! My English teacher says I'm sure to get a scholarship. I wanted it to be a great year. I wasn't planning to get a child. ⛓️ ⛓️ ⛓️ ⛓️ ⛓️ Christopher Bangchan closed his diary and looked out the window of his bedroom into California sunshine. Past the apartment buildings and across the busy avenue lined by tall palm trees, dozen of sailboats were lined up along the marina;they shifted slightly in the water as he watched. Their tall masts, with sail furled, stood as erect as a forest of leafless trees. One boat moved serenely down the channel toward open water, it's white sails flashing in the golden sunlight. He could smell the tang of salty breeze through the open window and hear, over the screech of tired. The noisy call if seagulls. The air was warm and balmy. it was a beautiful day for living. The smell of cooked rice made his throat close up, and his vision blurred for a moment.
"Mum! It's happening again!" He cried out, tears running down his pale cheeks. The comfort of his mum, her soft hands grabbing his tightly, she wasn't here today.
The knocking came again, and a call from behind the door. "Chan, are you there? It's me Lee know!" Bangchan smiled unwillingly. His best friend Minho, whom he'd known forever, knew how much he hated the "Chan" label nickname. One boyfriend, of remarkably short duration, had called him 'cupcake' and 'cream puff' till he had dumped a cream-topped fudge cake into his lap. It had ended their brief relationship, but he'd had no regrets. He'd been stuck to himself anyhow, he remembered now, flipping the lock and letting in his best friend.
"Hey, why aren't you in your bathing suit? I thought we were walking down to the beach," Lee Know said in suprise.
"I don't feel- I'm not in the mood today," Bangchan murmured, not quite meeting his friends eye.
"Why the long face? You and Wooyoung have a fight?" Bangchan shook his head. The silence was telling, and when Minho spoke again, his tone was more sober, "Is it positive, Bangchan?"
