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Gangnam, South Korea
Narration
It was the first day of school and Roseanne Park was still a bit jet lag from her flight coming from Australia. She's not new to the school, she's been going to Elite Academy since elementary school until - of course - the previous year for she had gone to Australia to learn English firsthand.
She didn't miss the school at all. She missed the people, her best friends to be precise. Even though they called each other every day, it couldn't beat the feeling of actually seeing them and being able to hug them. She considered the girls as her sisters although she had one herself. They've known each other since they were born, literally. The fact their mothers were also the best of friends didn't really help as they were all born almost consecutively. Apparently, the plan was to give birth to the four daughters at the same month but the girls had different agendas and sabotaged their mothers' plan. Anyways, they are inseparable.
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Rosé
"PARK CHAEYOUNG!"
I woke up to the sound of my sister, Alice, shouting my name. I sat up and replied, "WHAT?!"
She barged in my room and exclaimed as she threw her hands up in the air "Don't 'WHAT' me! You're gonna be late!"
"Late for what?"
"What is wrong with you? How can you forget it's your first day of school?!"
My eyes widened and I immediately pushed my blanket away, rushing to the bathroom barely catching the towel my sister threw.
I took a shower in under 15 min – my best record so far – and am now starting my battle with drying my hair. I love my hair, long and thick, but at this moment I despised it. After a few cries and a few strands of hair lost during war, I finally moved on to doing my makeup, or what I would like to call a war part 2.
After what seemed like forever, I got out of my room looking like the model student I am expected to be. My uniform fit me perfectly, - skirt not too high nor too low and my white shirt that wasn't too tight to accentuate my bust along with my navy blue blazer embodied with the school's crest – not to exaggerate but it looked like the uniform was made especially for me. I admit, I am a little narcissist.
Arriving at the kitchen, I was greeted by my parents and sister. Before digging in the feast in front of her, we prayed altogether. Glancing at the clock, I noticed that I would be late if I kept this pace so I ate faster and ran out of the house. Stepping on the porch, the family driver was already there, ready to drive me to the academy.
