𝐖𝐀𝐑 𝐎𝐅 𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐒 (𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐊𝐎𝐎𝐊)

Introduction: Who is She?

Who is She?

Deserted. Is a word I'd use to describe the rundown convenience store right down at the corner. Poor little girl. Is what I'd describe myself.

The clock was steadily ticking away, as my chin sinks into my palm, feeling numb and dead. My blue eyes watching the  man at the far counter stuffing his face with the fourth cup of ramen while watching the baseball game above. Which reminds me, I have to tell Giselle to hand him a glass of water once I'm done.

Giselle was a high school student studying abroad from Japan. Her mother fell ill last fall of her third year in university, so now she's learning how to earn on her own. Despite her father being quite rich himself, I know she's barely getting by.

"I'm taking a personal finance class, prof said this will help us learn," although, she said she learns more from me. I've met their family once. Nice, admirable people, that's about how I'd describe them. People I would love to call my own.

Besides that, it had been nearly 8 hours of complete boredom. Nothing, but the baseball commentator, the loud slurping the man gave off, and the bustling wind indicating how lonely the streets were outside.

I swear, if this section of the city wasn't known for it's crime rate, I would've swooped my ass to the restroom. Specifically speaking, if this place wasn't capital and home to gangs, and if I wasn't wearing a white tank top and ripped jeans, I would've done it a long time ago. Sometimes I beg Giselle to quit. Her being quite a wealthy girl, especially beautiful, she shouldn't be working here, and believe me, I was surprised that she was wearing one of our uniforms one afternoon. I almost couldn't restrain myself from resigning for her or simply asking her why the minute she touched a filthy man's dollar.

A couple months more, and I'd find a better place to work and I hope she'd do the same. She's like my little sister and if it weren't for my other job, I would watch her until her shift ends. Simply because, well, that's what sisters are for right? I can't have disgusting creeps with an unimaginable mind touch her. She's seventeen for heaven's sake!! I may be skinny, but I can throw hands. Trust your dear friend.

Honestly, some people and their intentions. I would've been happy to this day if certain events didn't occur. Graduating High school surely did not teach me much either, nothing important or helpful at least. They didn't teach me how to love or know that I'm being loved. How to deal with my own money when my aunt kicks me out in the middle of winter and the cheapest motels can barely let me buy food. They didn't teach me who I should trust or who will considerately stay. They didn't teach me how to not make myself feel like a burden, even to my best friend. I did...

"Fuck." I mutter. Dreams and how they tend to fool people at a young age...

I could be owning my own business, an aspiring surgeon, or just a real woman. No, instead I'm 23 and I'm a cashier at the local 7-Eleven convenience store in the poor side of the city.

It was only ten minutes away till 8. Until I begin my next shift at my best friend and her husbands bar, "Kims Exclusive." Gosh, if I meant Jisoo before Jin did, I'd change the title, and perhaps the expectations too. I'd say it's a strip club nonetheless, if the top floor blended in with the main. Where you could see nearly half-naked women walking around taking men's orders. It was one of the most popular bars here, and when I mean men, I mean RICH men. Better pay than at 7-Eleven. No perverts, but proper men.

Jin and Jisoo aren't those people though. They're literal saints with hearts made of pure, unbelievable gold. You see, those women are Jisoo's past and may I say struggling encounters. They were asked if they were comfortable before wearing those uh "things." Of course, Jisoo immediately refused to let me be a cocktail waitress and instead she hired me as a bartender.