Beautiful Mistake

Introduction (I'm going to keep it short.)

Before, the sun rises every day, I hope to be a better person. I don't want to sound cliche or anything like that, but each and every day is a new start. There is always a chance for something incredible to happen. I've been saying these same words for over fifteen years, but nothing seems to change. I ride my bike to school, go to the cafe with Wendy, and then I ride back home. I then watch T.V and hear by aunt Kim complain about her daily quarrels with her former assistant. 

My aunt Kim is a great person, she decided to take care of me when my parents decided to leave me in California for good, fleeing to Seoul to take care of my grandma. I don't blame them, but carrying a tiny six-year-old girl along in that leather suitcase might not have been their biggest problem. I didn't know who my parents were, yet, they were the most important people in my life. Since then, I've been hoping they return. As a kid, I always asked aunt Kim about them, she would say: "They'll be back soon." And I'd been waiting.

Today, I was fifteen. Wendy and I were thinking of going to the mall and eating, then I wanted to come back home and watch Netflix, maybe watch Train to Busan, one of my favorite movies. 

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I would squint at the mirror several times checking my face, but Wendy would say over and over to me. 

"You are beautiful Yeji. No one deserves a girl like you." I laughed, which ended up like a snort, and then I fell on my bed. 

There was Wendy of course. She was my knight in shining armor, without her, my life was like a cake without icing. Cake without icing was the worst. But the icing came when I showed up to eastside high school in the weirdest pants.

"Girl, there is a stain on your pants, you know that right?" Her hands were on my shoulder. My eye sockets popped out. 

"What?! But the date...it...was.." 

"Don't worry, I got you." Wendy stepped behind me, and once I heard a few giggles, I ran to the washroom. " It's a weird school. Don't worry, there is plenty of room for people like us." 

"People like us? So what, you're categorizing me now or something."

"Not really. I just know you all too well." 

"I'm Yeji."

"Wendy or you can call me Wen Wen."