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It's Monday, and it's been almost a week since I ran away from home. I'm practically an adult, so my parents had a hard time with it. As always. They'd just tell me, "No, that's dangerous," "Don't be stupid," "We raised you better." I'll never go back there. I wanted to stay with my sister for a while, but I think I'm busy with work. I stayed at my friends' houses alternately. I've lied to everyone that I'm going to go home, but I don't want to. It's as if I've agreed with them. NEVER. Such journeys to foreign places are also interesting. I saw a fight between a rat and a dog, which didn't sound interesting, but it was.

"Pardon?" Someone asked, touching my shoulder from behind

"What?"
There was a brightly dressed boy standing in front of me and a leaflet. I don't know who thinks it works well. On the contrary. He doesn't want a flyer.

"Do I have something on my face?" He asked, seeing her staring at him.

I explained to him that his dress code was from losing people, but he called me an idiot and went on. That's how it ends when I say my opinion. I put the flyer in my jacket to throw it away. Suddenly, someone fell into me. I knew him all too well. I think I was in the same class with him. He flew after me to bring me my sister's signature.

"Umm... Hyun?" He asked, surprised

"What are you doing here?!" He gave me his hand to get up.

"I thought you were sick because you weren't at school," he added as I got up.

"I'm changing schools, and that's why," I lied, hoping he wouldn't notice.

"You didn't tell anyone?" He asked, surprised"
"We'd have a farewell party or something"

"I'm in a hurry"
"We'll talk later" I waved to him and walked away.

He did the same. Rather, he believed me. I decided to quit school, it's not appropriate to brag about it. I slowly moved away from this strange place. My sister called me, so I answered. I only have 7% somehow sticking with this phone. My sister asked me to come to a café. I agreed. La sues, or something like that, I don't know much about Italian. She waved to me when she saw me. I sat down across from her. She ordered coffee with milk and strawberry cake.

"Hyun, it's good that you're okay," she sighed in relief.
"Today, when I came home, my parents told me that 'you went somewhere" she said, disappointed with their behavior.

"They were very concerned"

"You could call or write, I'd take you in," she added, pointing to her phone.
"Geez, what do I do now?" She grabbed her head.
"Is there no way you can go back to your parents?" She asked with a smile.

"Exactly," I nodded.

She made a focused face. She was thinking about a solution to the problem. Probably others would be bothered by the fact that you are a problem, but I'm used to it. Usually, my sister was the one who solved all my problems.
"I won't let you roam the streets"

"Your order," the waitress handed a cake on a plate and a drink next to it.

"Thank you," she smiled, adjusting her black strands of hair, and the waitress left.
"I'm not allowed to bring any boys into the dormitory," she took a piece of cake on a spoon.

"I'll be fine," I said seriously, and she looked at me in shock.

"No, no, no, certainly not," she said with her hand.

"I'll try to convince the manager and maybe he'll agree"

"And if not?" I look at her
"You know I don't like idols, let alone live with them"

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