Fate...the word which can change someone completely.
It can be good for someone...it can be bad for someone.It can change people in good way or it can turns people in bad way too.
No one can change it...It's predetermined. Once you turn your path to...
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It's a warm day with wind blowing lightly though my window. Sun rays seeking though it gently kissing my face giving warm sensation leading me to woke up with lazy yawn. I streched my muscles and slowly rub my blurry eyes before grabbing my glasses.
Tilting my head towards bedside table I spot clock yelling towards me to get up and run for school which I do. I stood from bed and rushed towards washroom to do my daily routines.
Washing my teeth and then my petite body with my favorite lavender shower gel, I wrap towel around my naked self and get in closet to wear school uniform. Plain white shirt with blue tie and small skirt which reach above keens.
Finally tugging my black hairs in ponytail and lastly wearing my glasses I got ready to go to kitchen where my eomma was preparing breakfast. " Good morning eomma " grating her sweet morning, I kiss her cheeks and pull chair to arrange myself for breakfast.
" Good morning sweetie " my mom chuckles at my behavior and grate me too. She pass me plate filled with waffles with maple syrup and glass of orange juice as it's getting warmer day by day. We should stay hydrated.
As I took bite of breakfast I roam my eyes on wall clock which shows its 8 am. " Eomma, dad is still sleeping " I ask with mouthful of waffles but guess she guess it correctly ofcourse she's my mom.
" Yeah...he come late yesterday night, he had to attend some meetings" my mom reply and went back to do others chores.
My sweet eomma Kim Ro-young, a beautiful name for beautiful lady, she is house wife...not fully house wife but part time online worker too. She loves dress designing. My brave appa Kim Sooho work's as director in one of the famous communication company in Seoul.
And me a sweet, kind, beautiful girl with warm heart just name it Kim Jisoo. I shouldn't say but a girl who loves to see other's happiness before her, a girl who everyone wanted to be like, I'm beautiful not so...still, top student...not first still.
Anyway let's hop on my bicycle or else...you know I will get late. I pull my pink bicycle out from my duplex house small parking area which my dad gives two years ago when I was in eighth grade.
Soon I was flying on my way...ha...ha just exaggerating. I was driving my bicycle when I heard someone calling me " Jisoo... Hey wifey wait " without turning around I guess who the person is...my dearest friend Jennie.
I stop paddling and tilt my head to spot her running behind. She's looking like cute mandu with her cute braided tails and her pouty cheeks. " Why are you running boo " I ask her who stop beside my bicycle panting slightly doing akimbo.
" My father's c-car got punctured on way...as I was running behind time so I just run and thankfully spot you " she complete her sentence and without warning hop on back sit on my pink bicycle making me roll my eyes playfully.
