When the school's most popular playboy gets dared by his group of friends to make the cold hearted new student, Hayi, fall in love with him, he thought it be a piece of cake.
Given only a 100 days, Bobby will have to make her love him before the ti...
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The collection of what appeared to be a million personally hand written letters filled my miniature locker. Today was my last day at this school in Busan and by tomorrow I would be in Seoul. Many of them were from my male classmates hoping to score one last chance with me. Others were from my few friends who were wishing me the best. I let out a sigh. I would be missing everything out here, but I had to move quickly.
My family owned a little shop back in Busan, a place that had generation's worth of memories. But my father had to run off when we realized he had been opening loans and not paid any of them back. The men who did visit our shop one day, threaten us and repeatedly hit my father until his face swelled up like a red balloon waiting to burst. And so the best solution my father could come up with is running away. It was cowardly, yes, but it was the only option we had left.
He meant well, he just wanted to keep the family business still alive but it didn't help by the way he thought it would. My friends all wished me their luck, as I rode away in my washed-out blue bicycle. I gave a simple wave, nothing more affectionate but they knew that just the way I was. Finally arriving at my house, I entered the nearly vacant living room to see my mom packing a few of her belongings.
Wiping her sweating forehead, she then greeted me with a smile "Hayi, Do you mind helping your mom pack the rest out of things? I'm getting to old for this." I nodded my head and hurried to aid mom, while dad began loading a few of our belongings into a moving truck. We hurried and placed as many boxes as we could into the moving trunk before getting inside our small truck.
The car ride to our new reduced house was a pain to get through. Trapped inside a small moving truck with my parents and boxes and bags of items squishing me made things uncomfortable. Taking three hours long to get there didn't help either. My mom let her slightly wrinkled fingers run through my honey hair as she tried to convince me that this move would be the best.
"Hayi." My mother cooed as she pushed some of my hair behind my ear. Laying on my mother lap, I closed my eyes and pretended to ignore her. She was only going to tell me what was going to be there. But she continued anyways. "Hayi it's very beautiful. Our house has the same old yet cozy feel to it your grandparents had. The garden is breathtaking, rows of fully grown bushes of roses -" I cut off my mom and reminded her that I remember exactly how she described the house. She didn't get mad at me, only continued to stoke my hair.
Thirty minutes later, my dad announced we were here. It was everything my mother described it too be, but it still didn't make things better. It was around 8:00 pm when we finished bringing in all of our belongings inside. I stepped inside my room and laid on my bed and closed my eyes.
Suddenly I heard my mom knocking on the door. "Hayi!~" my mom shouted, trying to get me fairly motivated. I let out a groan but sat back up, messing up my already poofy hair. I glanced around to find the box I put my new uniform in. I grabbed it and walked to the bathroom to take a quick shower before school. After that, I did my hair into a sideways braid and tried finding some knee highs, anything to keep my legs from showing. Showing skin was always a problem to me.
