Bree's POV
They're gone. They left me. I can't believe it. I honestly thought they loved me. But they just threw me away like a piece of garbage. Screw my family. I don't need them. Well, actually I think I need them more than ever.
This abandoned house is my only home now. My pit bull Chimmy is my only friend.
Suddenly, I hear a knock at the door. I get scared and find a corner to hide in. Everything goes silent, for just a few seconds. I thought the person at the door had left. Just as I was about to get up I hear a loud crash. It was the door. I know it. Someone is here. I huddle up in the corner again. This is it, I think to myself, I'm going to die. I here loud voices. They're speaking Korean. I know Korean. I had taught it to myself a while ago. The reason? I'm obsessed with K-Pop.
The voices are getting louder. They're getting closer. I hear a voice say in Korean, "Who are you!?" I raise my head.
"Please don't hurt me." I say.
(A.N. They're speaking Korean this whole time. I'm just writing it in English)
"You know Korean?" The voice says.
I nod.
"What is your name?" The man asks.
"Bree," I respond, "Bree Miller."
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The War
RomanceIt finally happened. The war between Korea and the United States. 16 year old Bree Miller has been abandoned by her family, and is now living with her dog Chimmy in an abandoned house. One day, a Korean troop forces their way into the old place, and...
