(Y/n) (L/n) has 71 million subscribers and practically top of her class. Everyone thinks they know who she is, with an interesting channel of singing, dancing, and acting. She's even going to be starring in a next big movie, but Crystal Line is wher...
The older girl sighed. "What's so special about him, Ashie?"
Ashryn showed her the computer. It was a video of a boy with blue hair. "Look at his luscious blue hair!
"I wanna be famous when I'm older!"
"Are you sure that's what you want? I thought you wanted to be an astronaut?"
"Okay, look an astronaut is too ambitious. And hello! who's Korean and in America? Me! I might as well follow my destiny as a Kpop idol in America! Why are you even my sister?" Ashryn fake pouted and 'gracefully' stomped out of the room.
The sister thought about what her said. She just shrugged and shut down her computer. Thus, the eight year old went to bed.
(imagine yourself as the middle girl, also imagine them younger😊😛I'm lame)
This was the first video you posted as a group, for dancing. You also did scenes from famous movies with friends. You even sing covers,
But yet, it seems that your popularity doesn't make you happy. But wouldn't it make you burst with joy?
Not quite. It also seems that it's just not enough for you. And maybe the excitement of starting over could work.
Recently, you got accepted into Crystal Line.
"Dear! Come look at this!"
"I'm getting there, mother. Be patient." (Y/n) yells through the house. She pulls up her sock onto her leg. She looks at herself in the mirror one last time, fixing her (h/c) and (s/h/c) hair before pounding down the stairs. She stops halfway and slaps her little sister's portrait then continues down.
"Oh, honey, you're finally here," her mother spoke.
Ashryn scoffed. "Yeah, you took an hour."
(Y/n) mimicked her scoff. "I did not, Ashryn."
"I'm sorry. My mistake," Ashryn responds with a glaze of sarcasm dripped over her words.
(Y/n) smiles to herself, feeling proud.
"You took an hour and fifteen minutes."
(Y/n) put her hand up as if she was gonna slap her.
"Anyway, (Y/n). I have amazing news!" her mother exclaimed.
The oldest rolled her eyes and spoke, sarcastically, "I really want to know! Go on."
"Alright, dear," she responded, not catching on to the sarcasm. "This letter came this morning about that school for famous people!"
Her eyes rolled again. "Mother, that's not the point the school."
Ashryn scoffed again. "You can't just be happy for what you get, huh?"
"Ashryn (L/n)!" her mother scolded. "Anyway, (Y/n). You're leaving tomorrow--"
"Praise the Lord!!" Ashryn interrupted.
"Ashryn! Go to your room!"
Ashryn moved her arms like a bird and made loud caws.
Her mother sighed deeply. "Okay, I want you pack. Oh!" she walked away quickly and came back with two boxes, one bigger than the other. "It's your uniform and a package from your grandfather. Well, go on. I'll see you for dinner."
She began to turn away but (Y/n)'s voice caught her. "Actually, I'm gonna go shopping with a friend then we're going to dinner and dessert."
"But honey, I'm not gonna see you for a long time!" her mother whined.
(Y/n) looked away and said, "I'm having breakfast with you tomorrow. It'll be fine, Eomma*."
She began to cry being called 'Eomma'. (Y/n) sighed, distressed. "Come here."
Her mother sobbed in (Y/n)'s arms. When her mother stopped, she then went to go to pack a few essential items. She tried on her uniform. The blue little coat felt a little uncomfortable. And the skirt seemed too short. The socks felt soft but a little cheap. She changed out of her uniform into a plain blue dress with exaggerated sleeves. She opened the smaller box to reveal a smaller white box. She took it out and opened the box. Inside was a green gem headband? she wasn't sure what it was.
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* - Eomma means 'mom' or 'mommy' in Korean is the most common word when referring to ones' own mother
