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invisible string - choi beomgyu
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im miyeon

i was actually born here i korea, although because i lived in the U.S for a lot of time people don't really believe it. i guess i just carried that american aura back with me here.

we moved there when i was in 5th grade, so i think i was like 10 years old. my mom started her own korean skincare shop in LA, it did really well surprisingly and my dad was a mechanic. we lived very happily and comfortably until my dad decided to be silly and cheat on my mom. i was given the choice to either stay in LA with my dad (the cheater) or go with my mom back to korea. of course if i was given the choice not under those circumstances- i would've chosen to stay with my dad, but because of those circumstances i chose my mother, but i was always closer to her anyways- so it wasn't a very hard decision. we came back during the summer after i had finished my junior year.

i was originally born in Daegu, i don't really remember much from when i lived here, only being friends with this kid, i don't remember his name, but pretty much all of the pictures my mom has of me are literally all with him. other than that, i don't remember anything from my childhood- well maybe, if it's brought up i could draw up a memory.

as soon as we moved back my mom was able to find a place to open up her shop "im beauty", we had to enroll me back into a new school, which was a lot of work, they wanted me to repeat junior year here again just in case if i was behind, but we were able to convince them to have me just do my senior year like i would have. during the summer i helped my mom around the shop which was really fun, i got paid- and was able to work with my mom.

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beep beep beep

"ugh" i groaned rolling over in my bed reaching for my screaming phone.

6 AM wake up for school

of course- today is the first day of school. i had to wake up extra early because i had to go early to turn in the remaining of my records.

"good morning" my mom peeped in with a glass of water in her hand, which she set on my bedside dresser.

"first day of a new school, are you ready?" she smiled patting my back as i kept groaning.

"noo" i whine throwing my pillow over my head.

"oh c'mon you used to wake up at this time everyday" she says getting up and dragging my blanket off me.

"MOOOOM" i cry.

"you only have an hour to get ready, so get at it!" she said cheerfully patting my bottom.

i continue groaning as i get up to go the restroom.

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"ugh i can't believe i actually have to wear uniforms again" i whisper to myself looking in the mirror, looking at my lightly curled hair, light makeup and horrifying uniform. having to wear skirts and knee high socks again for everyday -sigh-

i guess i grew too used to the american lifestyle.

i walked downstairs pretending to sob, "mom i look bad"

"oh whatever, the uniform looks good on you, you're being dramatic, now let's go"

i sighed grabbing my bag taking one last look in the mirror before walking out the door.
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