So how many of you people hate me right now?
HOW DARE YOU RAISE YOUR HANDS
Just kidding. I completely get it. Right now I am trying to get a schedule going for love the hater because I'm co-writing it with a friend and we have two totally different schedules and stuff. I know I have no right to ask this of you but bear with me. And as for my 39 clues story, I actually forgot I was writing one and then I had someone contact me about it around last school semester, maybe over the summer-ish, around that time, anyways I am actually having extreme writer's block(Tom E. Gemcity fans say: "I'm just struggling to find out the most efficient way to tell my next story.")I just realized like, literally RIGHT NOW that I could write a new story to show you guys that I don't hate you as much as you think I do. Only about half as much...again with my jokes.
SORRY SIDETRACKED. THIS WAS NOT THE POINT I WAS TRYING TO MAKE. So here is something for all of you that have been diligently checking your email or fanfic account for any of my stories. Oh, and for those of you reading Jealousy I WILL FINISH A CHAPTER TONIGHT. If I do something stupid like continually forget to update, keep bugging me about it. Please, I need a little kick in the rear end sometimes. And don't be worried about being creepy and stuff, unless you are creepy, but you probably aren't. And if you are I will tell you (my mother says I lack tact).
Oh! And one more thing, this story has to do with being a foreign exchange student from Korea. While I do study the language and try to live the culture as much as possible, I only started taking an interest a year and a half ago. The culture isn't going to be spot on and sometimes I won't be able to say what I want to in Korean so just letting you know ahead of time, I will write the meanings of what I write in korean(and I will write it romanized so you will actually be able to pronounce it in your mind and stuff), anything I can't write in Korean I will let you know ahead of time by putting the Korean word for Korean (Hangul, 한글)
And for those of you thinking "Google Translate, duh" I have three words for you. "No. Just, no."
There is NOTHING offensive in this story but if I mess up or if you accidentally take something in a way that is offensive PLEASE LET ME KNOW. I know people can be very defensive or can be offended easily when it comes to race and culture so I just wanted that out in the open, but again this story won't have ANYTHING intentionally offensive in it.
This extremely long yet important rant has been brought to you by "Sand. It's everywhere, so get used to it :)"
"Na Eommani bogoshipoyo," (Mom I miss you/ want to see you) I said as I sat on a bench in the crowded airport. I said this to my mom who was all the way back in Korea, my home country through my silver handphone. I imagined her sitting on the little wooden stool outside of our small wooden house back home that always smelled of clean linen. Her arm would be draped around my younger sister Angel, who's blonde ringlets would fall up and down with her tiny shoulders as she tried to breathe in time with my mother, who's breaths were getting shallower and shallower as the days went on.
"Na doo bogoshipo," (I miss you/ want to see you too) she replied. Her voice was raspy and low, her sickness was catching up to her, her age and her cancer making it all the worse.
"Eonnie Na do!" (Me too big sister!) I heard an energetic reply from the other end of the line. I smiled lightly as I heard my Angel's voice, as perky as ever. I suddenly heard a beep from my phone and I looked. The screen screamed "LOW BATTERY" in bright red letters. I quickly scanned the area for a payphone but couldn't see one and sighed.
"Eommani, 한글: my phone is dying. Craegoo 'payphone' obbseoyo," (Mom, my phone is dying and they don't have a payphone).
"Kokjeonghajima. Ga. Good Luck" (Don't worry. Go.) My mom said the "good luck" portion in english. Her accent was thick and the "L" sounded just as muck like and "R" as it did "L" but it made me smile as I said goodbye and hung up the phone. I started walking through the bustling mob of people as I looked walked out onto the cement and looked for a taxi, which were all full, so I waited. I thought about how excited I was to go my sophomore year of college to Stanford, where I would major in Biomedical Engineering and minor in psychology. I wanted to do cancer research as soon as I got the chance. I was going to save lives. Hopefully I could figure all of this out before my mom passes.
Suddenly I saw a flash of yellow pull up and I grabbed my bag and ran at the speed of light to the curb of the sidewalk where I waved my hand vigorously. Just as I did so a blonde boy who had about a good 4 inches on my tall 5' 8 frame, did exactly as I did.
"I called it first," I stated simply.
"No, I believe I did," he said in an accent that most certainly did not come from America.
"Where are you headed?" I asked. Maybe we could drop him off on the way or something. I did not want to wait at the airport any longer. Too many people.
"Stanford University. Home of the BEST science program EVER." he smiled triumphantly.
"Me too. We can go together," I smiled and we both hopped in on either side of the Taxi and sped off. We got to talking. I figured out that he was a student from the U.K. But he was actually planning on staying here forever, where I was only staying for two semesters. I figured out he was pretty easy to be with and so I eased up. I already had a friend, and because I had someone to be with, that comforted me. I hated being alone in foreign territory.
As we pulled up to the school reality hit me in the gut like a semi full of bricks. I was actually here. I actually get to study at the college of my dreams. I smiled and stepped out of the taxi, payed the driver, and we went to the main building, bags still in hand, in order to grab dorms and schedules.
"Names," the secretary sneered. Her red lips contrasted with her incredibly thick blue eyeshadow and drawn on eyebrows.
"Ignus Taylor," he said. The lady filed through the filing cabinet and pulled out a folder with his name on it. Here is your stuff, here is your room key. You?" she asked, pointing her beady green eyes at me.
"Yi Hwa Young," I said. She mumbled a little, something about manual labor, as she got up once again to look through the filing cabinet. She handed me a folder matching Ignus'. She ushered us out and we went to the science major dorms.
"I didn't know you were from Korea. You don't look Korean," he stated truthfully. I know he didn't mean to offend me but it kind of hurt. I was very prideful when it came to my country and I hated the fact that no one seemed to associate me with it.
"My Father grew up in America and moved to South Korea after college. He never really talked about why, he just did. My mom's grandparent's were from America but thought American culture was too, I don't know, it was just too much for them or something like that. Then both of my parent's got married and had me and my little sister Angel. But I am 100% South Korean." He caught my patriotism and dropped the subject. We navigated through many hallways. We found Iggy's room (my new nickname for him) and set his stuff down. We planned on finding my room later, even though I was practically peeing my pants from excitement, I kept a calm exterior as I helped Iggy unpack his things. He was going to be a pyrotechnician I found out from the various colored wires I found in his first suitcase.
"NO NO NO DON'T TOUCH THOSE. Here...how about...we uh... switch suitcases," I carefully set down the wires and then proceeded to take care of all of his clothing, books, and other things. We made the bed and then sat down. We looked around and noticed the other two beds were empty.
"Do you want to go to your bedroom..." before he even finished his sentence I grabbed my one bag full of stuff and sprinted down the hallway. I heard Iggy's footsteps not too far behind me and I smiled. I heard him laugh. We looked through a few hallways until we found mine at the other end of the building. I began to unpack as he started making my bed.
So yeah, you could say I was pretty pumped.
So here you go guys. Again, sorry for any inaccuracy for either culture and I apologize for the lateness of my updates. Hope this one is okay-ish :)
안녕히 계세요 (annyeonghi gyaesaeyo, goodbye)