Chapter 1

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Momo POV

My heart kept beating fiercely as I looked for my class. I observed everything around me. It was different. The eccentric smell, the new place, and unfamiliar people. I felt like a stranger. I looked at my schedule in confusion, still not able to find my new class. Yes; I had moved again. And it was all because of my father. Can I even call him my father anymore?

I sighed internally.

I used to live with my parents in a big house in Japan. I was a little child who was always happy and loved my parents the most. My parents loved me and cared about me. I remembered how my father used to sing me lullabies before I slept when my mom was hospitalized. I remembered how much my father cared and played with me when my mom was sick. My father was the reason for my happy childhood. But it didn't last long.

One day when my mother died, my father became sorrowful and bitter. He left me alone. He never played with me. And the love he used to offer me, was now thrown away like it never existed in my life. All he cared about was money and drugs. He always moved to different places in Japan, and the only role I was playing, was 'the new student' in every school I moved to. Everyone laughed at me and kept teasing me because my father had become a drug dealer. They kept making fun of my life and my dead mother. I was lonely, I was scared. I didn't have anyone to rely on. I only had myself. But now I'm used to it, and I have to be the new student again, but in a different country.

My dad found a job in Korea, and he forced me to move with him. I didn't have any choice, so I moved with him to find education there. I didn't want to live with him, but luckily I found a small apartment next to my college, where I could stay. And yes; I'm a 2nd year college student. I've learned Korean in Japan, so I was able to speak it fluently now.

As I looked confusingly at my schedule, someone poked my shoulder. I looked behind in hesitation and found a girl staring at me.

"Sorry if I scared you, you just seemed like you needed a little help there. Can I help you with something?" the girl asked.

"uhh...uhm s-sure. Do you know where my class is supposed to be?" I asked handing her my schedules.

"Are you a second year student?"

"Yes"

"It looks like you're in the same class as me, you just have to go directly forward and you'll find it. It looks like you accidentally held the paper upside down, so it must've been hard for you to find the class" the girl smiled and returned the paper.

"Oh, thank you" I said smiling back.

"It's okay. My name is Yoo Jeongyeon and I'm your classmate, nice to meet you" the girl bowed.

"Ohh, I'm Hirai Momo, nice to meet you too" I bowed back.

The girl once again smiled then looked at her watch.

"Our first lesson is about to begin, see you at class" the girl waved and left.

I waved back and facepalmed myself for looking like an idiot in front of her. I couldn't even hold a paper right.

I sighed.

'Yoo Jeongyeon' I thought to myself.

She kind of sounded like a mysterious girl. She is a quite handsome girl, to be honest. She was taller than me and had short delightful brown hair with blonde stripes that matched her jacket. She could even be mistaken for a boy if someone saw her from afar. I was grateful that she helped me. While I was thinking about her, the bell rang which made me nervous. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath.

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