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Chapter 1

"Cheers, to freedom from the depths of hell!"

"Cheers!"

Everyone was finally having a great time--for once, myself included...even though I wasn't drinking. I was wearing a casual yet appropriate outfit which consisted of a black leather pencil skirt and a white graphic crop top that had an image of a wolf. It was really different to what I usually wear but I liked the feeling of looking normal.

The atmosphere was buzzing while some famous K-Pop star sang impressively through the speakers with an electronic instrumental in the background. Flashing, swaying, luminating neon lights was all my vision could grasp. My glass of water kept me sober but the night club vibes were making me drunk.

It was only two months ago when we were all suffering through a case of 'get-me-the-hell-out-of-here-before-I-kill-myself'  syndrome before this extravagant night. It was nothing like today's night. I was trapped in a cage with the key thrown away. Being born in a filthy rich family always made me feel that way.

'When you're rich, you're living your life right'

No! When you're rich you're not shown how to live life. When you're rich, living life is just made to be completely impossible. It's like from your first to your last breathe of air you take in this world, your life and legacy has already been planned out for you. Constantly being told what to do or what not to do. I was sick of it--really. Sure, there was the additional 'I can buy what you can't have' but in my opinion, there's nothing really satisfying about that. Intact, that sounds very selfish and I can say this because I come from a wealthy, wealthy family.

Maybe I was born in the wrong family, maybe I was swapped at birth (that's really not the case since I basically resemble a lot like my billionaire father), but maybe just maybe my heart was destined to follow a path of it's own. Without the hassle of restrictions and control, just care-free life. I dream of a life like that everyday.

Being in South Korea for two weeks was only going to give us that.

Sure it was only for a short amount of time but it was something to hold onto until we figure out a way to make our dream a reality. No security guards to follow your every move, no servants figuratively wiping your ass for you, no pestering father or mother telling you how to live your life according to what's regarded as 'higher-class' and just no burden of being born as the only daughter of 'Dawson Deals', a global buisness company that my father owns.

Although my fathers company spend and profited greatly, he did work really close with charity organisations as well. But the odd thing was, my father would never put his heart into charity efforts. He would always send his chairman to do his work for him. He just used the charity connections as a way to make himself seem approachable to the media, especially ever since my parents got a divorce. The media was everywhere, even in my school bathrooms (true story). It was a nightmare. But my father sent me to Hawaii for a while until everything was ressolved back home. He thought it would work for the media stress, but it never worked for me.

An escape to South Korea was something my friends and I have been planning for since highschool. Daesung, Sasha and I  were a trio of friends sailing on the same boat with rich parents accompanied by a map leading to a miserable and boring future. Although there were many others like us at our private school back home, they never saw a vision passed their luxurious home and expensive designer branded hand bags. Flaunting and boasting was also another hobbie for them besides golfing. Now I understand why a lot of people don't think very fondly of rich teenagers and I don't blame them.

Daesung sighed next to me, "I wish, we had more than two weeks to spend here. It just isn't enough to call it freedom."

"You're right," I took a sip out of my glass of water. "I wish we could stay longer too."