Park Jimin | First

II

"Aim for the stars, if you fall you'll land upon the clouds."

The following week flew by at the speed of light. It was Friday night and I was finishing packing my things. The woman on the phone told me to pack light, since they were getting me new clothes for training. I obliged to her request and packed a few sports bras and leggings.

At least 80% of my suitcase was full of bras and nickers.

I zipped up my case, already thinking about all the possibilities that lay ahead. It was a bit daunting going to a foreign country - Alone. But it was what I had to do in order to fulfill my dreams. I swung my suitcase off my bed onto the floor.

Just as I was about to get into my comfortable bed, my phone rang.

Who could be calling at this time of night?

"Hello?" I answered the phone regardless of my thoughts.

"Hi sis. It's only me I just wanted to say..." she began.

Me being the optimist that I was, I thought she was going to apologise for her behaviour last week. Man was I wrong.

"... I think I left my Ruby Whirl Gellaliscious Sparkle Polish on your kitchen table." She said. I could hear the cockiness in her voice.

"Oh yeah, it's on my kitchen counter, I forgot to give it back to you." I explained.

"Will you be there tomorrow  morning for me to pick it up?" She asked, probably batting her lashes.

"Ughhhh! Leonie! I'll be flying to Korea tomorrow! Do you really need it?" I asked, sighing beneath my breath.

"Yes I need it! God, Olivia, you're so selfish. " she started to whine.

"Ok, ok! Mum has a spare key to my place. Ask her for the key tomorrow and come and pick it up then. I won't be here-"

"K! Fab. Bye" she Hung up.

I was so pissed off with her that I just wanted to scream.
"SON OF A -"

***

Just like the week before, I punched my alarm clock off of the stand. It was 3:00 am. I huffed with pain as I crawled out of bed. My butt was still sore from falling on it the other day when my sister had visited me.

I started to think about her, then stopped, not wanting to get wound up right before my flight.

For an outfit, I didn't wear anything fancy, just some size 4 skinny jeans (yes size 4, I'm tiny ok, don't judge me) , some sneakers and a hoodie. It was comfortable, not as comfortable as my bed though, the bed I longed to climb back into.

My bed and I have a strange relationship, it always wants me to come to it but never wants me to leave it. Funny that, isn't it?

These thoughts aside, I picked up my suitcase and dragged it into the bathroom with me. I cleaned my teeth and did my makeup.

I was quite proud of my skin. It was clear, no freckles or pimples (unless I was at that time of the month of course, and my hormones were raging). I was like my mother. Slim figure, blue eyes, extremely long eye lashes, plum lips and blonde hair.