RUN

Chapter 1

"Wake up, Ms.Min."
You groan and shut your tighter and pull the covers over you.
"Ms.Min, it's time to wake up."
You groan again.
You hear the person outside I sigh.
"MIN SUA! YOU WILL GET YOUR SORRY ASS OUT OF BED THIS INSTANT!"
The voice startled you to the point you end up rolling off the bed, somehow cocooning yourself in blankets.
You glare up at the cause of your situation.
"What do you want?", you spit each syllable out as if they tasted bitter.
The boy who is now the reason you're already having a bad day simple glares back at you, as if you're the one making him have a bad day.
"I'm sacrificing my sleep for this. Don't waste it."
You stare at him for a second, unbelieving of the sheer attitude some people possessed.
"Listen up, you go back to sleep and I do too. That way we're both happy, eh?"
He looks at you like you're some sort of green Martian.
"Cherry, do you even know what day it is?"
'So now it's back to cherry, huh?', you think.
"Should I?", you ask cluelessly.
He smacks his head. Like actually smacked it.
You blink. Confusion beginning to eat your insides until suddenly..
"No way..." , you mutter
He looks up at you, relief beginning to seep into his eyes when he sees you on the verge of realisation.
"Yes way."
"That's today?"
"Yes."
"No." , you deadpan, refusing to believe your luck.
"Yes."
"No."
"Yes."
"No."
"For fucks sake, it is!", he exclaims.
You stare at him.
"No."
His eyes soften and he looks at you.
"I know you don't want to, but you know you don't have a choice. I suggest you just get it over with.", he said, despite his tone being a lot softer, he still ended with an apathetic shrug.
You groan, raking your fingers through your hair, letting them twist, feeling the pull in your roots.
The boy gets up, uses a long slender and pale finger to push a few strand of his mint hair aside before allowing his brown orbs to meet your own.

"Get ready, okay?"
You look up at him and nod.
He nods back and leaves your room, shutting the door behind him.
You sigh and fall back onto your bed with a soft thump.
You can hear the faint ticking of a click beside you.
You close your eyes and try gathering your thoughts but the ticking just keeps wrecking them apart.
Once again you groan and sit up your bed, glaring daggers at the damnable machine in your bed stand.
Forcing your self to leave the comfortable embrace of your blankets you unwrap yourself from the cocoon you were still stuck in and stand up and begin a groggy and slow journey to the bathroom, trying hard to complete the obstacle course of your room.

A lot of people often told you that the state of your room tended to reflect on the state of your mind. You would describe that as pretty accurate.
You room was a dump. So was your mind. Your room was an outlet for your stuff, and your mind was an outlet for your thoughts.
Both lacked organisation and were going to continue doing so for as long as you used them. That was something you were certain of.

You make your way over to the bathroom and pull out a brush and toothpaste and begin the fascinating process of brushing your teeth.
While you do so, you walk back out and grab your phone and begin scrolling through the notifications, most from the phone company, the rest all just a bunch of trash.
After brushing, you head in for a nice, long shower.
You come out to the sound of knocking on your door.
You wrap your towel around yourself and hold in in place with one hand and open the door with the other.
You look at the maid outside, her black and white uniform perfect and tidy, not a thread out of place.
Her hair combed tightly back with a lace white headband.
Your heart grows heavy at the thought of the pain her head probably is in considering how tight it's been made.
She bows low.
"Pardon me, miss, but I was sent to help you get ready."
You nod and bow slightly back, opening the door a bit wider for her to enter and then shutting it behind her.
"Umm...What would like me to assist you in?", she inquires, stuttering slightly.
If that didn't make her look nervous than the fact that her fingers were constantly twiddling with each other definitely did.
You sigh causing her to flinch.
You look back up at her and see her stare back at you with big round eyes.
She couldn't have been that much older than you.
Your gaze seems to have unsettled her even further as she immediately bows down and releases a string of apologies.
Unfortunately this experience isn't new.
You gently walk over to her.
"Hey, it's ok, you didn't do anything wrong alright? And please, call me Cherry."
She looks up hestitantly.
"Cherry?"
"Yep. Now come on, help me get ready for my supposedly big day."
She nods quickly, still nervous but she looks relieved.
Your heart finally relaxed at the sight of her doing the same.
She follows you into your wardrobe, her eyes widening at the sight of your designer clothes.
It wasn't as if you'd asked for such expensive clothes, or a for a cupboard the size a small apartment, but you had them anyway.