⚠️Incomplete, terrible writing, and on haitus while I finish Phantoms ⚠️
Choi Remi was the only student in her school bold enough to partake in a funded exchange program, with a sister-school in South Korea. But when she finally made it over, she be...
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"At least I know you're really a teenager," Remi's mum says while puffing, after countless minutes of trying to pull her out of bed, "Get out of that damn bed. Before. I. Make. You!"
Remi groans, scrunching her face up, rolling over and out of bed, before shoving her mother out of her room, guiding her to the door.
Yuna propped her hands in the doorframe, "You better not go get back in that bed!"
"I'm up, i'm up!" she replied grumpily.
"One hour!" she called quickly, before Remi half-slammed rhe door in her face.
Remi turned around, looking at the digital clock on her bedside table, before resting her head against the door, and almost cried at the very sight of it.
8:37am.
Way too early.
Deciding that it was probably the best option to quickly snap into mobility and finish readying herself for the airport, she places the last few belongings into the suitcases, such as toothbrush, makeup, pyjamas, her chargers and zips them all up, being heavily satisfied by the sound of them closing.
She had luckily picked out an outfit from the night before to save herself time, which wasn't greatly thought out, but on the comfort scale, it's a solid 10/10.
She wore simple grey jeans, and a plain black crew neck sweater. For shoes, she had picked out white AF1s, and she wore all her silver rings and necklaces to match the theme perfectly.
Whatever that theme is, she doesn't know.
She left her hair down, and wore a black beanie to cover the mess. Additionally, she had her prescription glasses, resting on the collar of her sweater. One necklace was a cross, which matched with her black lace bra that was sneaking out on her shoulder.
She took precautions by putting on a thin layer of makeup in the bathroom, to attempt to cover up the bruises, but it wasn't exactly successful. She didn't really mind, and left it half-assed, because she wasn't needing to make an impression on anyone important, until next Tuesday.
Or so she thought.
She also put on dark eyeliner, and mascara.
Then, she grabbed her suitcases, and everything else, shoving the extras into a backpack, while dragging her heavy suitcases down the stairs. She placed all her bags at the foot of the stairs, and walked in to the kitchen, while stretching herself out.
It was a stressful morning, and she'd only been awake for just under an hour.
"I'm all done packing, ma," she rests her elbows on the bench, "Can I make some cereal now?"
"If you're quick, we gotta leave in 10 minutes to make your plane."
She nods, rushing to the cupboard to get her favourite Australian cereal for the last time, then the fridge to get some milk. She made a big bowel, and had some sweet apple juice to compliment it on the side.
