You were a quiet girl, a loner. You were bullied, mainly by BTS, the kingkas, and BLACK PINK, the queenkas. One day you finally had enough, so you decided to move to America. You leave for a 2 years. During that time, you changed. you became a girl...
My Aunt and I head to the airport. We talk and laugh, excited for the trip. We get on the plane, and head to our new home.
We get off the plane, tired. Auntie calls a taxi, and drives us to the new house. My eyes widen. It's awesome. "You'll start school in two months." Auntie says. I nod and smile. We get inside, and she hands me a black card. "Go treat yourself, get a new wardrobe." My eyes widen. "Really?" She nods and pushes me out the door. I drive to the store, getting as much cute clothes as I can. I also search still around for the gym. I sign up for fighting classes and for my own practice room. I smile this is gonna be fun. As I put my stuff in the car, a woman runs up to me. "Hello, would you like to model for my company? My name is Irene." I think about it. "You know what? Sure." She gives me her card smiling. "But I was going to get some tattoos." I frown. "That's all right! That will make you more unique and mysterious if that makes sense. Anyways, what is your name?" "Y/N." We part ways, and I head for the tattoo shop after searching for the directions. I get multiple, and I'm in there for like 3 hours. The tattoo guy was really nice.
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I thank the guy and head home. I already told my aunt about my tattoos.
My aunt smiles when I enter, telling me my new tattoos look awesome. I tell her someday we should get matching ones. She squeals and agrees, causing me to laugh. I then told her about the modeling. She cheers for me.
