Once the middle aged lady left, I gulped.
"Hand me all your works," Eomma began as she looked at me with disappointment. I took out all my work and apologised, " I'm sorry Eomma.." I whispered.
Eomma paid no attention. She tore all my work as she stomped on them and threw them all into the bin.
I closed my eyes, unable to see the scene before me, tears threatening to fall.
"How long have you been doing this!" she yelled. " I just started last month.." I lied.
"You focus on your studies from now on you hear me! I see you doing this again, I'll make sure to leave a scar on your face and your friends will be scared of you!"
Friends.. I don't even have one..
I gulped, "I won't do it anymore, I'll focus on my studies." I headed to my room and went straight to bed.
I'm sorry Eomma, I won't stop. I love music, I really do, nothings going to stop me from my love for music.
Not even you.
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