Unknown POV
My alarms goes off. I groan, not wanting to wake up for the school day.
My aunt enters the room, "Wanja, get out of bed! You have another day to live!"
She walks over to my bed, and yanks off my blanket.
"Yah! What if I wasn't wearing anything!?"
"Well then I would've screamed and ran out of the room," She replies.
"Son of a-"
"My mom is making breakfast so you should start getting dressed," With that, she left the room.
We're both 18, yet she's my aunt. Why did grandma have to give birth to such a brat?
I reluctantly get out of my bed.
I pick out my outfit for the day. This is one of the things I like about the school I attend now. You don't have to wear a uniform, unlike in Korea.
Once I'm done changing, I freshen up and walk downstairs into the restaurant owned by my grandma. She's setting up the table with my aunt.
"My Wanja, come over here," My grandma cooed seeing me.
My aunt give me death glares, "Mom~, your Wangbi is here."
My grandma laughs.
"Sit down you two, it's time to eat."
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