Hide and seek (editing)

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Gwen's Pov:

Have you ever experience waking up with a bang?

Me? I always did.

I walk up everyday with some kind of bang. And you know what bang it is?

Tok tok tok tok tok

i mean the loudest!

BAM! BAM! BAM!

"Gwen! Wake up! You only have 30mins to get ready for school. My God! I've been waking you up for hours." Someone shouted on the other side of my close door. That's my grandma by the way. And that's the bang I'm talking about.

"Ok! ok! I'm up" I shouted groggily while yawning and removing my morning star.

"After taking a bath, go down and eat your breakfast!" She replied as I hear her voice getting a little low. An indication that she's walking away from my room.

She's a bit nagger and strict. And I don't know if she's a clean freak or am just nasty, but she is always reminding me to ALWAYS take a shower, twice daily. And it wasn't good for a weather like this.

But what I like the most about her is that she really does cook good food, specially her sour soup with veggies and pork. Whatcha call it? Sinigang! oh I love it so much. Another thing, she teaches us is to always eat rice. And I hate it sometimes coz my cheer uniform doesn't fit me anymore.

She is a Filipina, by the way, and she stay with us for six years, since my grand father died. And since my parents are always away, working their ass off, they want someone to look after me and my little brother Bryan.

My mother is a Filipino-American. She works as an office staff  in one of the most successful magazine publishing company in the country.

My father is a Korean-American who works as a photographer along with my mother. And they love their job so much. They're so dedicated that they don't have much time for us. But if I were they, I would love the job too.

I'll tell you why later.

I grew up hearing their stories as them being best of friend, both half-Asian. Falling in love, protecting and defending each other. And got married after high-school. My mom stops studying because she's pregnant with me. And continues again after giving birth, my father working doubles. Their life is hard and they struggled financially before, because of having a family earlier than someone their age. Those unending stories and the likes of that.

That makes me half American, a quarter Filipino and a quarter Korean. That's what makes our home a disastrous one, in a good way. It's like clashing of different culture in one place.

But I look more of an American, maybe because I was born and raised here. Except for the color of my skin and for my eyes. I have a chinky Asian light brown eyes, that matches my hair. Creamy fair skin, not Milky white skin. Yah know, the difference of the colours. A little paler than tan. But from the looks of it, as I can see in magazines, I almost look like a Filipina.

I get up. Take a bath for five minutes. And wear my school uniform. Our uniform is kinda simple, it consist of white long sleeve polo with ribbon or neck tie, tack-in to a gray skirt, that riches above my knees. Vest is only optional. I don't like it so I don't usually wear it. But season is asking more than a vest. So I'm also wearing a blazer. And then I wear my two inches black high boots. It make me look taller than my 5"4' height.