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{Part of the 'Seasons' series}
"She's just like snow, drifting along at her own will. But as soon as she comes into contact with something warm, she melts as if she never existed" - thebbokkyz.
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As I wait for Seo Yeon to arrive outside the school gates, Samantha comes, "Child!"
Samantha only started attending my school last year. We started being friends since my other friend, Danaë saw her writing 'V' in Korean on the whiteboard in Art. She always lifts her head trying to be taller than me, although she knows she won't be taller than me. She had semi-long, curly, black hair.
I groan and roll my eyes as I spin around, "What?"
She starts poking me.
"Stop," I say playfully as I brush her arm away. She started playing BTS - Born Singer on her phone.
Just then, Seo Yeon arrives.
I look at my watch. "5 minutes late," I state to her.
She groans and walks to the crossing, followed by me.
We cross when the green man appears, and start the journey back home.
. . .
When we reach, I take out my key and slowly open the laundry door, walking in with a Seo Yeon eagerly waiting to go to the bathroom.
She rushes over to the area as I place my bag on a chair and drink a glass of water while looking for something to eat.
It's hunger, people.
You can't control it.
Nothing.
I sigh as I wash the glass and walk to my parents' room. I knock on the door before walking inside
My Mum was lying on the bed.
"Mummy!" I scream as I rush over and jump on top of her.
"Get off," she jokes and I do.
"How was school?" She asks.
"Boring as always," I say. "Then why do you go?" She questions. "Then why do you send us?" I reply with a smile.
She sighs as she grabs her phone.
I walk into my room, grab my clothes and trot into the bathroom which Seo Yeon isn't in anymore, because she is too busy lying in bed with Mum.
. . .
As I walk out of the bathroom, I contemplate whether or not I should tell my Mum about the letter.
Sure, they're my parents.
But they don't support me at times.
It's just how they are.
They can be very strict at times.
I quickly walk over to my bag, grab the letter, take the ticket out and place it back into my bag. I grab another piece of paper and write his number onto it, just in case they do something to it.
