Shh... I have a SECRET

Prologue

I'm 18 and a senior. So imagine going into your senior year, you'd have the best time of your life. Throwing parties with friends. And just doing normal crazy things an 18 year old would do. Except for the part where your parents would stop you.

Well, My parents both died when I was just a toddler, so, having no memory of them-except unclear one- I am not heartbroken. My brother,too, died. It happened in a car accident when I was at daycare.

I mean, It's not like I was emotionless. I just couldn't remember anything about them. So why would I be said about something I lost if I didn't even know what it was?

I grew up with my aunt and her husband, who both love me dearly , as I love them. I basically considered them my parents. I mean imagine having 4 teenage kids then having a toddler at your doorstep; them accepting me was a truly kind thing to do and I thank them every day.

As I was saying. So senior year. Fun. Games. Work. College. It had been my dream to live senior year to the fullest with my best friend Ellie. We were gonna lots of things together and planned all the time over the summer.

Yet just like that things came crashing down.

Bill, aunt Amy's husband, lost his job and was forced to move to Korea. Korea. That's across the globe! I didn't think I'd have to go with them, considering I was a legal adult but nooo. They pestered me to go relentlessly.

I argued against the idea but Amy couldn't leave me on my own without family. I finally fell to their trap and was as gloomy as ever.

Korea sucks. Korea sucks. I hate it. I hate it. Negative thoughts flooded my mind and I was moody for I don't know how long.

So, again, imagine that your aunt tells you she wanted you to live with these nice boys. You choose an apartment that was humongous. It could even be considered a house; containing many rooms and extra places that you wouldn't suspect even existed.

Now you go back to the idea of living with boys. Boys. Was your aunt insane!? She said she was really close to them so you shrugged it off. But when you meet them, there were 12 of them. 12.

How do you live with 12 boys who all had drop dead gorgeous faces?

You're about to find out how I did it.

And how I epically failed at it too.

Authors note: okay so..? Good?

Bad? The beginnings are always boring.... It gets interesting, I promise. It does seem like a cliché but I promise you it has some twists.

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