“Smooth like butter, like a criminal undercover,” I sing in another failed attempt to annoy Marcy. My best friend forever. She is very pretty and I bet every man is falling on their knees to be her boyfriend. She has beautiful long curly black hair in a wolf cut style, glassy brown eyes clear brown skin, tall, smart and athletic. While me…the whimp. A nerd. A fangirl. Standing next to two other goddesses. My other friend Cameron she’s short, strong, has short blonde hair, and adored blue eyes. Then there is Brooklyn, very tall, fashionable, with long dirty blonde hair, pale white skin with a tint of blush on her cheeks, and emerald green eyes. I am confident but my plump stubby figure next to them makes me feel…weird. Not that I’m not pretty, but the only compliments come from my friends and the one family member I have. No stranger comes and tells me, “Omg, Alex I love your hair.” But as my aunt always says, “You should always keep your chin up high.”
Marcy was adopted by the two nicest people in the world. Cameron owns the world with her riches and family. Brooklyn has a very big family with very nice brothers~ Then there is just me and my aunt. My mom was a mental patient so she was unable to take care of me. My dad went bankrupt and killed himself. They both ended up dying anyway. I think that’s my one insecure spot. Once someone brought it up and I ended up having a good talk with the police. They know me well. Not in a bad way! They just take care of me because my aunty needs help with stuff. I watch so many Kdramas and webtoons now, as a half-white, half undiscovered Asian 18-year-old I call my Aunt, “Sungmo.” I am now moving into my college dorm with Sungmo. My friends are already in college. Marcy is 20, Cameron is 19 turning 20, and Brooklyn is 19. We all got into the same university, Harvard.
Sungmo asks,” What pillows do you want?” I point at the blue furry pillows. She checks the price and says, “We’ll only buy two of these, ok?” I nod. “Sungmo-” Before I could continue aunty got pissed, “Can you stop calling me that? I know you are supposed to be into these k-dramas. Why couldn’t you be into Japanese dramas? It’s an insult to the Japanese culture.” I just stared at her in awe. This woman had the audacity to tell me this when she only tells me I’m half Asian, ”You said I’m half Asian. Korean is Asian too.” She sighs. “Your father is Japanese, did no one tell you?” I look at her, “Why do you even bring this up now. Right when we’re shopping.” She ignores me. After a few minutes of silence, she says, “Call me Oba.” I nod. After a few hours, we picked what my apartment would look like.
My aunt is wealthy because everyone in our family is gone besides me and her. It’s really depressing. But she does spend her money wisely. Just like an Oba would. Later we went in her car. She said, “Next we will get you a car.” I rolled my eyes, “You should’ve gotten me one 2 years ago.” She let out a sweet-sounding sigh, “Yeah, cause why would I trust you. Remember when I took you go-karting? That day I said to myself. I will not be getting you a car for a while.” I giggled which made her smile. Wrinkles went up to her cheeks. Teeth brighter than my future and eyes anyone could mistake for a princess. We sat in the driveway of our little condo for two minutes before I said, “Why do I have to be chubby, plump, anything but pretty?” She looked at me so disappointed, “You are a beautiful girl. When I was your age I was acne-filled and a nerd. I see zero spots on your gorgeous face. So what if you're a little chubby, as long as your a healthy girl….besides when your period hit.” She winked at me and started getting the bags. I just sighed and helped her.
We went inside putting all the bags down. “We can get to your dorm and car tomorrow. It’s already 8 PM.” I nodded. We went down to our couch and started the T.V. I asked, “I’ll order something for dinner. What do you want?” She looks at me with determination, “I’ve always wanted to try Chicago-style pizza.” I nodded and called, “Can you get one Chicago Pizza and a bucket of Buffalo wings.” I hung up and went back down to our couch. Our condo was nice. It looked out to the whole neighborhood of downtown L.A. We had two bedrooms. One looked out for homeless people and another was a trash-filled garden. When we first moved here we argued about who was going to get the homeless side. Luckily I won and got it. You're probably asking how I won. I like opening my window and dropping down water, food, etc to the people. It’s a really nice feeling seeing them smile.
I heard the doorbell ring. We got the food and started the Karate contest show. I was supposed to be there but wasn't because I’m moving out to the east coast. I am a black belt in karate which no one knows. I also composed a lot of piano songs. I think that’s why I got so many scholarships. We ate, slept, everything that humans are supposed to do. The next day Oba woke me up, “C’mon we gotta go get your car!” I hummed. I could hear her standing right next to me. Next thing I know I feel my body sliding off the bed. With a yank, my stomach hit the floor and my head bonks the frame, “Oops, sorry not sorry.’ I groan in pain, then sit up. I get dressed in very, very oversized clothes. I said, “What car am I getting?” She replied feeling saddened, “One of the mustangs.” I look at her in excitement.
She says, “Don’t get too hyped up. Whatever you do to your mustang, you are going to pay for it.”
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