The twenty-minute ride from Gimhae Airport to Sunset Business Hotel was really quiet and boring, aside from Mrs Kang telling us her life story. Apparently, the reason we're staying at that particular hotel is because her brother's the manager and is giving our school a 50% discount for a month's stay. (Yes, I paid attention but that was when we FIRST got in the taxi...I didn't really pay full attention to what so ever she said later.)
Once we got off, Mrs Kang checked us in and directed our rooms, reminding us to get a two-hours-worth of rest before gathering back at the lobby. Obviously my roommate is none other than the oh-so-wonderful--in a sarcastic way--Matilda.
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"I'm totally calling dibs on the bed next to the window.” Matilda…squeeled(?) as soon as she opened the door to our room. She dropped her luggages and bags at the door, which is technically in front of me. Sighing, I pushed her stuff aside with my foot, careful not to scratch it. She saw me doing that and screamed. I looked at her, startled.
“WHAT THE F*CK DO YOU THINK YOU’RE DOING?! THOSE BAGS ARE GUCCI ORIGINAL!! EOMMA BOUGHT IT FOR ME DURING HER TRIP TO THE US!!” She pushed me aside and grabbed her bags. “You obviously don’t know anything!” I kept silent, not knowing whether I should be feeling guilty or not. Strangely, I don’t.
“Is everything alright?” A hotel staff asked, lingering at the door. Apparently, when Matilda freaked out, the door wasn’t even closed and she took care of that problem by slamming the door on the poor guy’s face.
I wasn’t surprised by her typical attitude but I didn’t dare to interfere as she stomped passed me, picking up her ‘beloved’ luggages and started to unpack them. I silently unpack mine, trying to be careful not to have Matilda shouting at my face again.
The mood in the atmosphere dropped but Matilda didn’t seem to notice. She started blabbering about her French-designed clothings and her extremely expensive choice of shoes. I noticed she acted really friendly when talking about fashion—my worst subject—but when she started talking about her love life…snobby, she appeared like a snob talking about her so-called ‘close’ relationship with Yonghwa.
As usual, she warned me about getting too close with Yonghwa and when I turned to face her…she batted her eyelashes pleadingly, her scowl detectable under that fake begging mask.
“Whatever.” I murmured and went back to unpacking. It appears that Matilda wasn’t satisfied with my response. She pushed me against the wall and pointed her finger near my face, the mask faded but the scowl remains.
“You’d better stay away from Yonghwa or I’ll guarantee your life in Seoul High School will be like living hell.” She sneered at my face and I resisted the urge to spit at her.
Matilda turned, tossing her hair, making the thick locks whipped across my face. She even pushed my luggage of my bed, causing the neatly folds to turn into a messy pile of clothes.
What got Matilda’s attention on the pile was my wallet—which belonged to my dad and I kept it—and an old silk handkerchief—which used to be my mom’s. Matilda picked them up in disgust.
“A WALLET? How unlady-like of you. And seriously? A SILK handkerchief? Very tacky.” She rolled her eyes and tossed them back. The wallet fell wide-open, revealing my family picture taken when I was seven. Matilda glanced at me and picked the wallet back up again, holding back laughter. “These are you parents? I can see where you get your looks from..CLEARLY. Am I glad my parents are not only rich, but both very good-looking,” she bragged and threw the wallet at my feet, going back to continue her unpacking.
Yeah, and they have such a wonderful daughter, I thought sarcastically, fuming over the way she insulted my parents. Matilda has gone too far and I can’t believe I le that petite brat boss me like that. But still, I have no rights against her..I’m a newbie and she’s not, that’s a huge difference.
