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CHEN MEI XING
i walk past the school, heading towards the direction of my house. someone grabs ahold of my wrist, i turn around and it's the creep again.
"what do you want, justin?" i fold my arms, placing them on my chest. i patiently wait for his answer. wait, i am not patient at all.
i tap my foot on the ground repeatedly, getting annoyed at the silence. "what?" i say with sass.
"nothing." justin starts to walk in front of me, smirking.
i roll my eyes, i pull out my earbuds from my bag pocket. i plug it into the headphone jack, pressing shuffle on my playlist. i shove the earbuds into my ear, immediately blocking out the noise.
i was calm when it was just me and my music. i open one eye as soon as i felt my right earbud being pulled from my ear.
"nice song, though i have to bend my back just to match my height up with you." that same annoying voice i met just today.
"how are you so comfortable with me? we just met today!" i exclaim.
"eh, sure. we met 'today'." justin does finger quotes while winking at me.
i yank my earbud or of his hand, "what are you talking about?" i squint at him. he shakes his head, not budging.
i huff, "why're you walking the same direction as me?" i question him. he smiles at me.
"because i live here." he said, acting smart.
"since when?" i continued.
"too much questions!" he runs towards a house that was three houses away from me. i tilt my head to the side as he turns back around and starts saying "jiayou, mei mei!" while doing finger hearts.
"what the fuck? mei mei?" i thought aloud.
before i could knock on my door, my dad rushes out of the house, smoke coming from inside the house. he was holding a pan in his hand with burnt food in it.
"dad, you're cooking again? that never works out." i complain, placing the palm of my hand against my forehead.
"i'm sorry, dear. you're mother's at work, again." he grabs you by the shoulder, pulling you inside the house.
i scrunch my face together bitterly, "what do you mean again? she's always at work." i drop my bag on the couch, running to my room.
