My Hearts Dilemma // a teen romance book//

Whats wrong with just the lemon?

CHAPTER 1 :WHATS WRONG WITH JUST THE LEMON?

I've never really understood the phrase when life gives you lemon, make lemonade. What was supposed to tell me? And what's so good about lemonades? What's wrong with just the lemon? It just didnt fucking make sense.

I got that it was supposed to represent something like making the sour things in life sweet or something, but then how is just adding sugar or in this instance something sweet in life, going to make anything better?

If I failed a fucking test, then decided to be an optimistic little bitch about it, will that just make the sourness just go away? I sure hope so cause Im about to fail this god damn essay our language teacher gave me.

From all the phrases, why did he have to give me this one?

My hands once again deleted my whole process and I stared at the blank screen.

This sucks.

I let out a loud ground and face planted on my table.

I am so gonna get an F I tell myself before reaching for my phone. I scrolled through Instagram, liking almost every single post on my page. I quickly took a photo, pouting my lips. I posted it in my story with a short caption. I had just put down my phone when I heard footsteps. I listened carefully and realized it was my mom. I turned around as she opened my door.

"Come down for dinner." she told me, then walked away.

I sighed before sitting up. I followed her downstairs into the dining room. The rest of the family was sitting down. I sat on my seat and looked at the food laid out in front of me. It was nothing special. I had rice, some soup, fish, and a lot of different side dishes. I picked up my chopstick and scooped some rice up with it, stuffed it in my mouth, got a side dish, and also stuffed it in my mouth. I chewed the food in my mouth, blocking out the conversation that my family was having. My vision was focused on the window outside, where a small black cat with green eyes was visible.

I stuffed my face once again and continued staring, not thinking of anything in particular.

I was a big daydreamer, always off somewhere. It was a slight problem at school, but it was extremely useful when I was in a noisy or annoying environment.

"Kim Mina, your father is asking you a question." a deep voice suddenly interrupted me.

I looked at my mother and waited for her to repeat her question.

"I asked you whether you were going to go out tomorrow evening."

I scrunched up my face, trying to remember.

"Uh, yeah, Im going out with Juni and Ara to see some band that Juni knows, why?" I answer.

"I was just wondering if you could babysit Nara, but I guess I'll have to tell Ms. Lee that you can't" she responds.

I nod and excuse myself. I pick up a plate, scrape out the leftovers in the food bin and wash my dish before going back up.

I lay on my bed when I got a message from Sanghoon. I smiled and opened up the DM.

Whacha doing babe?

I read the message and type back.

Me: I just finished dinner, you?

Him: just thinking about you

Me: aww, I miss you so much baby :(

Him: me too, babe, but my battery is low, can we talk tmwr?

I pout before typing,

Me: sure, good night 😘

I got no response which got a frown from me.

He could have gotten a charger. I mumble before looking at the ceiling.

After a while, I got up and went to the mirror. I looked at my reflection. I had big eyes for a Korean, with a small nose, face, and lips. My hair was long and a dark brown color that turned a lot lighter in the sun. I had a slim body type, with a small waist and long legs. My feminine features were also small, which was one of my insecurities. I sighed before going back to my bed, I closed my eyes, giving up on my essay.

word count: 713

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