N.O.

This is a story based on the song N.O.
This doesn't have the members in the story, but it is about their song and how much it means to me.

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"How come you're still on the 4th page? You've been studying for at least an hour now?"

" I was trying to memorize the formulae mom, you know how bad my memory is" I lied back.

Truth is, I was daydreaming. Again. I always do this nowadays, thinking up stories, scenes, plots and characters that I wish I can create. Today I thought of something I've never seen anyone write about before, something that can really keep the reader on the edge of their seat.

But I can't draw it. I never have time to draw out the detailed panels and scenes I want to create. I never get time to actually write down the dialogues, and I never get time to draw out my characters.

" Mom, why do I have to study?"

"So you can get into a good college." She said with a heavy sigh.

"Why do I need to go to the top college? My grades are good enough to get me into a decent and trustable one. Plus I don't even want to become a doctor."

"What else do you possibly want to do?" She asked, exasperated by her daughter's stubbornness.

"An artist. A manga artist."

She chuckled at me, "Honey, you're in high school, you've got to stop daydreaming like a 7 year old and face reality."

But I am. I'm dead serious about this.

"You'll say that now, but you'll appreciate all this hard work later. You'll get paid well and you'll be happy too. Trust me."

Money? That's why you're forcing me to walk a path I was never meant to? Is that why I'm going through so much sadness? Is that why I haven't smiled for months now?

You stay silent and continue to study, giving up on convincing her.

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"So, Soomi, how are your studies going? Are your grades improving?" My dad asked in a stern voice, loading his spoon with rice.

I sighed, tiered of answering the same question every night." They're going up." I said bluntly, shoving a spoonful of potatoes into my mouth.

"What'd you get in this test" He asked, giving me a piercing stare.

I gulped, " I got all A's."

His fists curled up, his knuckles turning white.

" I knew we were giving you too much freedom "

Freedom? Where?

He turned to my mother, "Where are her art supplies?"

What? No. Anything but those.

Her eyes darted towards my horrified face for a second,"In her room" my mother replied in a small voice.

"Go get them"

She stood up hesitantly, and left the room to get my things. I sat there waiting, knowing exactly what was going to happen. She returned with a handful of my greatest works, ones I was planning on selling later on.