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Draft 2: And Thus, She Runs Into Her Old Bodyguard

Dear Wendy,

This is my eighth day in Australia away from my family and I've been thinking a lot. Has mom been abusing me? I had a fight with Mia because that's what she said. I don't think so. My mom's just really hard on me because she knows my capabilities and knows I can do better than whatever I'm doing now. It's definitely not because I think I'm adopted...

Excerpt: "just turned" 13 yrs old Jin.

~Jinnx~

I was done for the day. Jordan's class was the only class I came to see and attend. And all it did was add someone to my list of people to worry about. And I never even saw the surprise he kept on whining about.

I should have known I would be conned and scammed.

My mind wandered to my new found problem personified. For some reason, I couldn't exactly pin Aksel as a bad or horrible person. In fact, the more I thought about it, the more I understood his facial expressions to be something else.

Concern. Not a glare. He was frowning in concern.

It couldn't be for me. Probably for himself, which made less sense. Did I make him feel threatened in any way?

He'd looked somewhat confused by me, which made me even more certain that he might be someone I knew but had yet to recall since my partial amnesia over 6 years ago. Did I do something to him in the past that he can't forgive?

And his luck...

He had so much, it had to be heavy. It was so unfair. It was like the universe was shoving into my face how unlucky I truly was by showing me just how large someone else's luck could be while mine just remained wrapped around my finger.

But the weirdest thing about him was how contradictory his words, actions and movements were. Initially, he didn't even want me touching his piano. But after the class, he was fine with being close to me- until he suddenly snapped back again like he'd woken up from something. I was either reading too much into it or some moments, he seemed to be like he was on...

Autopilot. For lack of better words.

Just like you in the past. Intrude added. Now you're almost completely awake.

She was saying stuff that made no sense again. She was either helpful, villainous or just... vague. I had no idea if she was a supporter or an enemy.

Either way, googling him and realizing who he was made me confused on how I'd have managed to meet someone like that and offend him.

He was a known face. Aksel Enrike Calland. Worldwide famous model. If any clothes were in season, then he must have been the one to sponsor or model them for the fashion line to make it big. Every fashion house wants him to advertise their products and every magazine wants him as their front cover. Not to forget his own fashion line 'Aksel' that's taking over as one of the biggest fashion lines in the world right after his fathers 'Calland' lines which was at the top worldwide.

Yeah. I probably pissed off royalty. But when? Where? How?

And worse were his last words. They felt almost sinister. He couldn't mean it literally. Was it a code? Was it supposed to help me remember when we'd met in the past?

My thoughts were so consumed with Aksel that I didn't notice the guy who was walking in my direction as he made a phone call.

We crashed. And we fell.

No. I fell. Only me.

I let out a sound of discomfort as I landed on my ass.

"What the fuck is wrong with you? Can't you watch where you're going?" The culprit yelled aggressively. His rough voice made me nervous and I hoped I hadn't made a new enemy so soon because I'd literally just drop out of the school.