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[CHAPTER #1]

Yeonji's Point Of View

Annyeonghaseyo! I'm Chin Yeonji an eighteen year old Korean-Filipina located in Seoul. My Eomma is from the Philippines and came to Korea to work who married my Appa. Sadly, they're too busy with work to spend time with me. I appreciate it though; my Eomma spends time saving lives as a surgeon and my Appa owns a large company. Most of the time I spend alone in my apartment away from my family, which is what I like these days.

Tomorrow it is all going to change. A few months back, I sent in an audition for the new Jaeneung Private College and passed all the department tests. How lucky.

 In total there are five: Singing, Dancing, Acting, Instrumentalists and Multi-lingual. I am lucky to get a place out of the fifty available. The only thing I dread is possibly being the only girl. I got told that seven other boys passed and will be based in the Singing department with me out of the ten spaces. My only wish is that the last two pupils are girls.

I pack the last of my belongings into the large suitcase and sigh. How am I going to lug this case to the school without looking like a fool? The school requires us to stay in our shared dorms for weekdays, due to schedules and practice hours. It seems as if the school really knows what they are doing.

Shit.

I almost forgot my diary. Yeah, I am incredibly lame and have a diary where I log all my thoughts on boys and girls, but not really. As well as that, I record my composition ideas, dance combos and small scripts for whenever I may need to do a drama. When I was little, I always dreamed of going to a big conservatoire and keeping this diary was my fake reality. So, now is my chance to make that a real reality.

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As I approach the new building, I admire its modernness. It looks nothing like my old high school, but more like a business building. On the right stands a five story building with many windows. I can distinguish the different departments from what was inside. I hope singing is not on the top floor though. 

Fuck climbing stairs.

There is an auditorium (A big ass hall with a stage and comfy seats). We graduate at nineteen, and since I am eighteen, I graduate next year. Not that long to study for my future, but I'm glad I don't have to stay for long. 

"Are you just going to stand there?" a harsh voice interrupted my thoughts.

More of the students walk past me, giving me strange looks as to why I am just stood gawking at the building. I shuffle awkwardly and continue to drag my case to the hall.

I am so grateful for signs right now. Nobody replies when I call for help, so for now I'm going off the signs to find my way.

 I read the list of directions and see the main hall pointing to the left hallway. I walk down the corridor, not minding about the racket the wheels on my case are making on the tile floor. I come to a halt in front of a stair case.

Like fuck am I going to be able to lift this up there. I decided to give it a try; I am not going to be late for the open ceremony.

"You need a bit of help?" I hear a voice say behind me.

"Uh.. well yes, it's just that my case is quite-,"

"You thought you were going to get help," the male voice laughed, "You thought wrong,"

Ugh, boys. Disgusting creatures that disrupt the peace in a girl's princess world.

"Seokjin Hyung, I think she does need a bit of help," another voice pipes up.