Chapter 2

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When I got home Eomma was waiting on the steps. What was odd was she had a different face on, then what I thought she would've had. She walked down the steps and grabbed me into her chest. Its funny and weird because she's never held me, not like this before. She looked at me, her face stated the most obvious she was worried. I pulled away from her and told her the truth. "Omma, I was jumped and attacked from behind!" My friend helped when he saw me at the corner shop. I would've been here sooner, but he had put medicine and makeup on me. To not scare my family to much, I wasn't going to tell you but seeing you on the steps with worry tattooed on your face said it all.

I pointed to the crease between her brows, she grabbed me into a hug again I know she said. Someone knocked on the door and ran away. When I opened the front door I see a note on your backpack with a little blood on the front. Why didn't you tell me about people bullying you? I will help you remedy this just wait till morning!! I told the old man at the shop you have a few days off, he also told me other things but I will let it slide for now.

Come lets get you fed and off to bed. You have a long day tomorrow, you my dear are going to train. I knitted my brows train?! Train for what?!
She went inside and what she did next shocked the holy shit out of me. (Gif up above is what she did) She did a martial arts move, my knees buckled and just sat there in shock. Then I remembered the videos from the attic, they were real and not just movies.

She dusted herself off like it was nothing then made her way in. The more I looked at her the more she reminded me of that one lady from Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon. I popped up thanks to break dancing and popping. She turned around right before I popped up, she eyed me and said you have promise your just like someone I know. She told me to eat, do the dishes then to get to bed. I sat there in a daze, wondering to myself what else is she hiding from me.

I woke up to a baby trying to eat my hair. This lil one:

 This lil one:

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Kai

He's adorable right, the police found him in a basket outside the station. With a note that the father was dead and the mom passed away during birth. He calls me zeezee. Its fine this boy I spoil all the time, omma says I have to feed him, myself and go change into shorts and a light tanktop. I made us food and I cleaned my mess, I put him with the other little ones. Come to find out he climbed out and followed me outside. Eomma had me doing the excercises, like at school but way more extreme.

She had me doing an ab workout, I thought to myself I have a 6 pack it shouldnt be to hard right?! WRONG. I was cramping up and she still told me do it, it means its working she said. I gave her a wtf look, I tell her I'm already fit. Yes she said I see them but this will help your reflexes and the dancing you do downtown. I gave her a shocked look, How? The old man at the shop tells me everything.

You should thank him, he is friends with the CEO at BigHit. I tell her, I dont want to be an idol though. I do it because I just love to dance, She tells me why not be a choreographer then. I've seen your stuff, just imagine if you started to trick your moves your routines would never have any flaws.

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