Chapter 1 (1/1)

You sighed. The thought of getting up this morning bothered you but you were already awake. You checked your clock. It wasn't working. You had no other batteries, you just have to buy some more. Problem is, you were broke. You sighed again. After a while of doing basically nothing, you sat on the edge of the bed and gathered enough energy to stand. You walked to your door, getting ready to receive the milk from the milk man. Instead, however, there was a bright orange post-it note stuck on the door.'You have got to be kidding me,' you thought, 'not now, please...'You sighed. You've been doing that a lot lately. Recently, your mother moved to America and you had no ways of contacting her. Your siblings went with her. And your dad? He's... Gone. Not dead but... Gone.

You walked to the window of your small apartment, staring across to the other apartment building. No one lived in the room across the street from you and it bothered you a lot. But no worries, right? I mean, the note said that you didn't pay your rent in time. So you're getting kicked out.Realising this, you sighed once again. Maybe you shouldn't have gotten out of bed this morning...

A few hours passed and there was a knock on the door. Crap. You didn't move. You knew who it were. The men who were going to take your apartment away. The knocking became louder."Ah, annyeonghaseyo ____-ssi? We've come to kick you out," A gruff voice bellowed, "Sorry, but you must leave."You paced across your creaky, wooden interior, currently thinking of an excuse. The knock became quicker and vicious."____-ssi, time's up," The same voice shouted, "You should have paid yesterday if you still wanted to stay here."You checked your bank account. You were short 400,000 won. You sighed for what seemed like the millionth time and opened the door. Two chubby men with blue overalls were outside. One of them were standing next to multiple boxes while the other had bright, orange papers in his hand."Good morning, ___-ssi.""..."You weren't in the mood. You were barely still alive in your opinion."So when do I leave?" You folded your arms."Our boss was kind enough to give you 3 hours to pack up and go," the man with the boxes stated.You sighed. You were about to close the door when you turned back to face the two men, "Thank you."They furrowed their eyebrows as you took your forgotten milk and walked into your (or should I say 'the'?) apartment.

You took out a suitcase which was the height of an average bookcase. In here, you placed your clothes, electronics and books. Then, you took out a camping bag and put in a folded futon, a few pillows and blanket and some more clothes. You didn't seem to own much, to be honest. Your apartment was fairly small in comparison to other rooms. But that was all you could afford really. But now you couldn't even afford this prison cell you call home.

You had 2 hours left and decided to go grocery shopping just in case you ended up on the streets. You bought mostly snacks as you knew you wouldn't have anything to cook stuff with. The situation felt odd though. You were calmer than you should have been. Most people would start to have tantrums but not you. You were raised to be polite however, you were hardly raised at all. You learnt everything from experience and seemed to be smarter than anyone in your school. Your career ended up a total mess despite your intelligence. Nothing really went your way at all. People at your school used to call you the 'Queen of Bad Luck', it didn't surprise you but it did hurt a little. It always did.

You were on your way to the apartment complex. You didn't have enough money to catch the bus or a taxi; you were paranoid that you wouldn't have enough to eat. Staring down at your groceries, you noticed you forgot to get any fruits or anything healthy. Indeed, you noticed the fruitless bag, you didn't notice the group of men walking towards you though.Crash! You collided. And you weren't the only one who sighed for once.