This is the third chapter for my second fanfic. I thought about it, and a lot of my storyline is based off of a movie I once saw, so I thought I should put a disclaimer in...

Disclaimer: Lots of storyline ideas are borrowed from the movie The Haunting.

Jessica's POV

I still had one loose end back at home. The only other person I really cared for other than my dad, and it was bothering me. I kept changing the movies on the little airplane T.V. in front of me as I replayed the recent memory over and over inside my head.

"Fancy seeing you here," a voice tickled the back of my neck. I turned around clasping my still tingling neck.

"Hey," I laughed. It was my childhood friend from many years back. "I could say the same thing for you." I said.

Gi Kwang and I were 17, now in our senior year at Lowell High School, a city school in San Francisco, California. We were both of Korean descent but were born and had grown up in America. I know, we were both young for our grade, but because of our educational level—which exceeded the average—we were placed one grade ahead (Only after many hours of blood, sweat, and tears that went towards studying, of course!).

I was dreading this day. Not only because it was Monday, which made it all the worse, but because I had to tell him that I was moving to Korea.

"You look pale, sleeping beauty. Oh wait! I forgot, that's a trait Korean girls strive for!" he cackled. I slapped him for the racist comment, but I knew he was just teasing me. I quickly regretted it when I remembered that I would soon burden him with some bad news. Thinking about leaving his side after so many years made my heart ache.

"I have to talk to you," I said to his back as we walked in the isle of the bus to find an empty seat. He plopped down and scooted over to the window when he found one, and I sat next to him, hugging my backpack, as if unconsciously protecting myself. Gi Kwang seemed to notice my uneasiness.

"Hey, come on. What's wrong? I know Mondays suck, but you seriously look sick." He tugged gently at my arm, trying to get me to let go of my backpack. I held it tighter.

I knew my heart was going to drop the moment I said it, but the agony of waiting was just simply unbearable. I tried to cut straight through the problem, but my voice cracked at the end as I said bluntly, "I'm moving to Korea."

His eyebrows scrunched together. "Korea town isn't that big, you know."

I shook my head. "No, Korea. As in Hangug. Like, the Korea in Asia." I tried to enunciate, but my usually strong voice wasn't on my side today. He still shook his head, his cockiness replaced by a huge frown that was plastered on his face.

"Are you really going?" he whispered after a few seconds of letting it sink in. I leaned closer to hear over the chatter of kids.

My face clearly fell when I heard his words, and I only hugged my backpack harder. I wasn't one to ever really cry, but right at that moment, I was ready to curl up into a ball and bawl like there was no tomorrow.

After a good 10 minutes, he asked the question that I myself didn't know the answer to. "Why?"

I shook my head which was still resting on my backpack, indicating that I did not know. He nodded and slumped in the seat and looked out the window. There were no more words from him for the rest of the bus ride.

When we got off the bus, he turned towards me and asked, "When?"

"This Sunday."

"Oh."

He didn't talk to me for the rest of the day. On Friday at school, I saw him one last time, my last time, I knew, before I would leave to Korea. It seemed that a frown was permanently glued to his face ever since I had told him my dreaded news. All he did was come over to me and give me a hug that last 5 seconds but seemed like 5 hours to me, and I treasured it. I knew I would miss him more than anything, more than my dad, probably, and I couldn't believing I had to let him go.

He didn't call me for the rest of the week, and I didn't call him. And that was that.

/_-_-_\

The plane ride was over twelve hours, but I had "watched" some good movies, so I wasn't feeling all too bad. The only thing that worried me was my lack of knowledge at the language. I didn't speak much around the house and I mostly used Banmal (informal) if I did ever speak in Korean. I understood that perfectly and spoke it fine. And when it came to reading…I was pretty much screwed. I had no idea how I was going to survive school here.

I probably looked like a loon as I squinted and scrunched my nose as I tried to read the sign in front of me. Someone tapped me on the shoulder and asked, "Do you need help?"

"Ne, Ne," (yes, yes) I answered eagerly and asked, "What does this say?"

He chuckled and said, "Foreigners." He probably thought I couldn't understand him.

"I can understand you!" I said indigently. He raised his eyebrows and apologized.

"You only speak in Banmal?" he asked.

"Mian," I apologized. "I'm learning as quickly as I can."

He nodded in satisfaction and said, "The sign says 'bus stop'."

"When is the next bus?"

He shrugged. I bit my lip. I looked at the paper my dad had typed with instructions. Oh, yeah! I had to call this number and my aunt would come and pick me up.

"Do you know where you are going?" the teenager questioned. I said yes and thanked him. He walked off as I dug my phone out of my purse. Flipping it open, I dialed the number and heard my aunt's voice on the other line. She asked how I was doing and how my grades were in school and if I was getting along well with my father. I chuckled bitterly, knowing that living with her would not be fun, her being the strictest and meanest aunt you may ever find. I tried to detangle myself from the conversation as quickly as possible and then sat down on a bench to wait.

When she finally arrived, I felt nervous. What were the proper mannerisms? I bowed and tried to remember some Jeongmal (formal language) to speak in my aunt to.

"Annyasyeo," I said and she replied back to me. I managed to pass by and I climbed in the back seat of her car.

When I was finally seated, my aunt's cold manner changed for all of 10 seconds as she gave me a huge smile in her rearview mirror and saying, "Welcome to Korea, Jessica!" I couldn't help but shiver at her fleeting attitude as she turned onto a highway and sped off in a land that was unknown to me.

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