Mom and I were packing things up in my room. I still couldn't believe that we were going to leave this country. Mom and Dad constantly told us that it was because of Dad's job, but I don't think so. It was all because of me. All because of me. If I wasn't fired from YS Entertainment, nothing would have begun in the first place. 

Mom and Dad tried to be calm after they heard that I was no longer a trainee at YS. They knew that I would be the hardest one controlling all the things happening in the world. I spent my last 4 years being a trainee, failing to debut in 3 teams. Mom and Dad tried to act like normal, but I heard them talking about me until late at night, but my dreams and my future. I wanted to talk to them, but I was so sorry for them. They helped me for 4 years to fulfill my dream and yet I failed them again. 

After 3 days of talking with nobody, my mom called me to come to the living room. I sat on the couch looking at Dad's serious face. "We are moving to America." He said, sighing. "We thought that it would be best for you to go to high school in America. You haven't been to middle school, and it would be hard for you to keep up school work in Korea." Mom said. "But I was thinking about going to an art school, Mom." They all seemed to be surprised when I said art school. 

"Are you even listening to us? You tried 3 years to become an idol and yet you want to do that again? Art school? What are you going to do at art school?" Dad said, furiously. "I don't know. Maybe something related to singing and dancing. Maybe I could be a dancer when I grow up."  
"Dancer, you kidding me Irene? Do you know how hard is it to succeed as a dancer? It is harder than being an idol!" Mom said, raising her voice. "But that's what I want to do. I want to perform on stage, not just going to some random high school in America." I said, with a voice filled with anger. This was the same conversation we had 3 years ago, and we are doing it again. "We will not listen to your opinion. You already had a chance. Now it is the time when you listen to your parents. We decided of leaving Korea, and you just follow. We are leaving next week." Dad said. Mom agreed with him, too. I became so mad at them that I ran to my room and slammed the door shut. 

The rest of the week was spent packing things up. My mom told me to throw over the posters and albums of my favorite group, KISS OF LIFE. They were my friends, my role model, and my motivation. I hid them in a box locked up so that mom couldn't touch any of them. Mom told me that going to America was the best choice, but I still couldn't understand what she was talking about. Why is it the best choice? Why? Why can I just audition for another company? 

The plane ride was boring and long. Mom told me about the school that I was going to attend. She told me I was going to attend Riverside High School, and she told me about all these wonderful things about that school. She told me about the academic achievements, school atmosphere, etc, which I didn't listen to at all.  I ended up listening to music on the plane just to ignore stuff mom was talking about. 

We arrived at a small house in California. My mom told me to sleep since I have school tomorrow. A new start, at a new place.