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Chapter 2 My forehead was beaded in sweat and my palms were literally sweating as I sat in the examination hall. Today was the first day of the first half of examinations and as usual here I was fretting. This was just not a good time for me. And I'm not actually that bad, just my grades have blatantly refused to up themselves no matter how hard I try. My sister has straight A's and I'm wallowing in the pool of Fs and cracking up Ds. It's like she inherited the good looks and stole the brains as well. Ugh so annoying to have a super cool sister! The first session was about to begin, and we had already taken our seats. The music teacher Mr. Song is supervising today. Don't be fooled he's one of the strict teachers. He's known to give quite the Fs. The dreaded bell finally rang, and I stared at the answer sheet right in front of me. I couldn't even bring myself to touch it. My hand began to shake uncontrollably and even my baby hairs were drenched in sweat and sticking to the side o

Chapter 4 Ariana was already crowding the couch and I didn't really care. I called my part time job and apologized, gave her a flimsy excuse that I was sick. It wasn’t believable, but she bought it. I spent the rest of the weekend ignoring everyone. I ignored their questions, ignored their stares and I ignored everything. On Monday, I woke up with a start. Pillow drenched in sweat, I sat on my bed and tried to recollect the dream I just had. I couldn't. "Hey, are you okay? ", Ariana asked I ignored her and headed for the bathroom. It wasn't like we we're the best of friends. I really applaud her for trying but she really didn't have to. I was dreading school because of a certain crazy guy and for a moment I was tempted to skip school, but the thought of failing an exam changed my mind. I took a quick bath, pulled on black jeans and a plain T-shirt. Then I headed down to the kitchen to grab some juice. Mom smiled at me, and I sent a fake smile back to her. She nodded when I po

Chapter 6 26TH JANUARY 1984 I was probably hallucinating but I heard someone drag in a breath when I was dumped like a pile of trash on the floor. I saw different pairs of boots, but his familiar black ones grabbed my attention just like the first day. I dared not look at his face because I could feel the anger rolling off him in waves. I felt the shift in the air, and I just wanted to willing faint at that moment. Unfortunately, even my own body was working against me now. There was movement and the room went from hot to chilly within a second. There was a split-second before muffled moans of pain filled the room. I struggled to apprehend the current situation, but Jeon Gyu was already on top of the other boy, punching his face into a pulp. It was in that instance that I noticed something; a detail that I hadn’t bothered with earlier. The other boy had a brown mullet. “You can-have-every girl you-want, Taemin but you can’t lay eyes on what’s-mine. You dared to even touch-her! And

Chapter 8 1ST FEBRUARY 1984 The next couple of days were very hectic, emotionally, and physically. The calls kept coming in randomly and ending abruptly. Almost like this person was playing a game of hide-and-seek with me. At first, I had labelled them as regular prank calls until that night. It was pouring suddenly, half of Seoul area especially Gangnam had flooded, and people could barely go anywhere. I was left alone in the house after I refused to accompany Ana and mom for a seafood dine-out. Honestly, all I wanted was some oysters and shrimps, but my laziness wouldn’t allow me to get off the couch and go with them. I settled for takeout but with the roads looking so bad I had to cancel that as well. The option was to text Ana to get me some seafood on her way back, assuming she does see my text at all. My phone beeped out of the blue and I felt relieved that she had texted back. I did see a text, but it was from a number I didn’t recognize. “i’m watchIng you…0_0” Completely fr

Chapter 10 I sighed when I entered our shared bedroom. Ana was seated on her bed, swiping videos on TikTok. Earlier on today, Ariana had been feeling down with a cold and I had to go through the whole day switching clothes and attending all her classes. I scoffed unbelievably at how naïve I had been and how Mom had manipulated me. It was all her idea because she didn’t want her favorite daughter to miss a class. Anger bubbled inside of me, and I tried to suppress it. I can't believe I spent the whole day pretending to be Ariana and all for what? so she could go get herself all dolled up? Now that I look more carefully, I can see that she’s in black cargo pants: something she hadn’t bothered to add to her wardrobe previously. One thing was clear to me, Ariana was just a selfish brat with whom I unfortunately share the same face. Sadly, I as an elder sister was willing to stick my neck at a guillotine for her. I ignored her as best as I could and slipped my cover over my head. I had