Tough Kookie

The Orphanage

Tough Kookie

Brief Note before the story begins if the dialogue is italicized that means the characters are conversing in Korean.

February 2, 2012 (Flash Back)

The winter of 2012 I left for South Korea at the time I was a young age of 15 years old, and was extremely gifted for my age. My parents disposed me at a young age leaving me on the step of a church, I was raised up in the church orphanage and grew up as a hardcore Christian girl. I knew wrong from right and what a young girl should do from what she should do. I also knew if I did wrong I would be punished cruelly by god. I was also told I was a gift from god that was given to them on a Sunday morning.

"I heard you're going to Asia." One of the younger orphans said excitedly as if I had given her a new toy. I just nodded, and continued packing the clothes I was given to wear.

"Can you buy me some Chinese candy?" She eyed me with big bold blue eyes. The innocence in her was nearly overwhelming, 'her world must be perfect' I thought to myself.

I shook my head and cupped her face. "Anne, I'm not going to China. I'm going to a place called Korea, South Korea."

I then tried to explain to her that Asia was broken up into countries just like America. She looked at as if I told her Santa Clause wasn't real. She looked at me eyes filled with total confusion and ran off giggling. The rooms in the orphanage were small there was two windows that reveled the entrance to the church. The orphanage was all wooden and dim the winters was freezing and the summers were unbearably hot. I sigh wondering if my life will change when I visit Korea. I never been anywhere else besides the orphanage. I've played outside but never dared to step in the devil's territory which was the streets surrounding the church. The pastor recommended as a young transfer to Busan High School of Arts, the older girls at the orphanage teased me and said I was being replaced.

I never really got angry at anyone when I was cruelly teased and bullied. Instead, I pity for them and prayed for them just as Pastor Luke had taught me.  "How is she going Asia when she can't even speak Asian?" I heard a voice ask outside my room.

"I'm not sure." Said another voice. "I heard Pastor Luke secretly taught her Asian during the night."

I heard a gasp then a soft giggle. "You mean to say, Pastor Luke called her into his room at night?"

I wanted to tell them it wasn't true. I had learn Korean on my own though, it was a challenge but I knew my limits. I pressed my lips in a tight line and prayed,

'Lord Father, Please have mercy on these poor souls though they parents and family were taken away from them leaving them lonely and pitiful forgive them for telling such fibs.'

I opened my eyes slowly and breathe out. I wasn't the only black 'orphan' here. There was my close friend named Mary who I would tell everything too. There were also two twins named, Marco and Polo. They would also be tease by the other kids by being named after the popular game.  I was going to miss them because I thought of them as my own siblings by race.

The day after I was ready to go for the first time I was seated into a cab and driven to a place that I heard was called an airport. I had said my farewells to Pastor Luke and to some of the children I was acquaintance with at the orphanage. I was not alone I was departed by Sister Linda she held my hand tightly as we drove in the cab. Sister Linda has always favored me she had found me on the steps that Sunday morning and convinced Pastor Luke to take me in. Sister Linda was in her thirties a very young looking women. She wore her hair in a bun and she had the most beautiful eyes I have ever seen. They were turquoise and brow they reminded of what I've seen in books called the 'ocean'. She had thin lips and pink skin that contrasted on my dark skin. I always wanted to be like her when I reached my adulthood at once I wanted people to call me, 'Sister Hope.' But the name didn't stick for long.

She looked at me tears brimmed her eyes, "Hope, my dear. Please remember the lord's name."

She took my hand in hers. "Of course, Sister Linda. I shall never forget."

Lies. I wanted to escape from the world I was currently living in. I wanted to feel free without having to pray every minute, every second. I wanted to unleash the new sides of me that have been hidden, and pushed away with the thoughts of Christ.

I smile at her as her face soon faded from my view then I realized I was lying in bed snug up next to the boy whose name is Jung Kook.

'End of flashback'