| Fan Fiction |
by jwyl
“Mom, why did we have to move all the way to Korea again?” I asked as I sat in the kitchen eating breakfast on a Sunday morning.
“Honey, you father’s company need him in Korea for now.” She replied.
“But why did I have to come along too? Couldn’t dad just go by himself and then you can stay with me in Canada?” I whined.
“Eunji, your father wants us to be together no matter where we go. He thinks he’ll be in Korea for a very long time. You can always go back to Canada for the holidays and visit your friends.” She said as she placed another pancake on my plate.
“Really? I can go back for the holidays? I’m glad you guys didn’t sell the house. But it’s going to be so hard to make new friends, especially when it’s already halfway into the semester.” I complained some more.
“Don’t worry. You’re such a great person, who wouldn’t want to be friends with you?” My mom stated.
“Everyone who doesn’t speak English.” I muttered under my breath.
“What was that sweetie?” She asked.
“Nothing mom. I’m just saying your pancakes taste delicious.” I said as I went back to eating my pancakes.
“Mom, do they speak English?” I asked her.
“Well, they might. But don’t speak English when you’re in Korea. Your Korean is fine. You always talk in Korean with us, it sounds perfectly fine.” She assured me.
Even though my mom said my Korean was perfectly fine, I was still a bit scared. The only people I talk to in Korean with are my parents. Back in Canada, I use English all the time. Actually, I think I might even have a bit of an accent when I speak in Korea.
I finished up my breakfast and then went up to my room, which was on the second floor of the house, to grab my purse. I wanted to do a bit of shopping before school starts tomorrow.
“Mom, I’m going to roam around. See if I can do some shopping. Call me if anything comes up!” I yell out to my mom who was now in the garden planting roses.
“Wait honey!” She yells back as she walks towards me.
“Do you want me to go with you? The last time you came to Korea was when you were only a couple years old. You don’t know the place, you’ll get lost easily.” She warned.
“It’s fine mom. I’ll just be at the mall. See, it’s not that far, I can walk there.” I said as I pointed to the shopping centre.
“Fine, but you better be careful. If you don’t know where you are, just call me, I’ll come and get you.” She said.
I nodded as I walked down to the mall.
It didn’t take me long. It was only a fifteen minute walk. I walked all the time to school in Canada.
The thing I noticed when I entered the mall was the size. It was at least four floors high. Another thing that surprised me was that there were SO many Korean people in one place.
I have never in my entire life seen so many Korean people in one place. There were not much Korean people in Canada, more Caucasian people.
Every store that I walked into so far was crowded with people.
Just as I was about to leave, one of the stores attracted me into it.
It was a music store. I went inside to look around.
It was big. Different sorts of musical instruments were in the store, but then I heard this sound coming from the back.
I walked towards the back and saw that there were rooms and more rooms with doors.
“Um… May I ask what these rooms are for?” I tried my best to say in Korean to one of the sales lady.
“Oh, well, it’s practicing rooms. For example, do you hear the music right now? Someone rented the room to practice their guitar. They know that these walls and doors are semi-sound proof, so it won’t really disturb other customers.” She explained.
“Oh, I see, thank you.” I said. After saying that, the sales lady walked away to serve another customer.
I walked closer to the door with the sound of the guitar. The melody was nice, it wasn’t extreme like other guitars, instead, it was peaceful and calm.
Suddenly the music stopped and I could hear footsteps coming closer to the door. I hurriedly ran away.
I pretended to look at the grand piano which was placed in the middle of the entire store. I tried to sneak a peek at the person that came out of the room, but failed.
Suddenly, my cell phone started to vibrate. I took a look at the caller ID. It was my mom that was calling.
“Hi mom.”
“Yes, I’m almost done. I’ll start walking now.”
“Okay, I’ll see you later. Bye.”
I started to walk towards the door, but I wasn’t watching where I was going because I was fiddling with my stuff in my purse, trying to put back my phone in the right place.
SUDDENLY I hit someone or something. And that someone or something fell to the ground with a big crashing sound.
“I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry.” I said as I bowed and bowed not daring to look up who I had knocked.
“You…” I heard an angry voice.
I looked up to see a very handsome looking guy with a very disgusting expression.
I looked at the ground to see what had dropped. It was a guitar.
“Omo. Your guitar. I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to.” I continued to apologize.
“The neck is broken!” He furiously spat at me.
He bent down to pick up his guitar and the piece that was broken off.
I took a side peek at the guitar. Indeed, the long piece of the guitar was broken off.
“You! You walked right into me!” He spat at me some more.
“I’m sorry. I really am. I’ll pay for all the repairs.” I apologized again.
“You better have brought enough money, because this is going to cost you quite some money to repair.” He semi-yelled as his face got even redder.
He took his guitar and the broken pieces up to the front desk.
“Excuse me, but can you please help me repair my guitar?” He said, slightly calmer than before.
“Yes we can. We’ll be able to repair this for you in no time. But it will cost you 150 000 won.” The man said. ($150 Canadian dollars)
“She’ll be paying.” The owner of the guitar said as he pointed at me.
I took out my wallet.
‘Oh no, I don’t have enough.’ I thought to myself.
“Um… I’m sorry, but all I have with me right now is 50 000 won.” I stuttered out.
“Aish… don’t you have a credit card?” He stubbornly asked.
I shook my head. My parents think I’m too irresponsible to have a credit card.
He shut his eyes for a moment.
“Okay, I’ll pay for it now, but you better give me your number so I can get my money back.” He said.
I nodded my head.
He then took out his wallet and gave the guy his credit card.
After that was taken care of, we started to walk out.
“What’s your number?” He plainly asked as he shoved his phone in my face.
I took it from him and inserted my number into his cell phone.
“Here.” I said as I gave it back to him.
“You better not be giving me a fake number.” He sternly said with an evil glare before he left the store.
What a bad personality for such a cute face. I try to be nice, but he just keeps spitting in my face.
I hate guys who are like that. I hate people with bad personalities. I was nice wasn’t I? He’s too in love with his stupid guitar to see that I was trying to say sorry.
What a bad first impression.
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