"Girls, I have good news," Mom tells us. I don't know why but, every time she has good news for us, we end up moving. This time is no exception.

"Starting next month, we go back to Korea."

"What?" me and my twin sister say to this news.

"Why??" Yoon-Suh ask.

"Well, your Dad got transferred back to the main branch, and it's already ten years we're gone from there."

"Where are we going to live?" I asked dreading the answer.

"In our old house, your Dad brought it back. Isn't it great? You can see all your friends again."

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OK, we can stop here a moment?

I need to clarify one thing. I have NO friends back there. My sister is the one who has friends, she is a butterfly of society. As for me, the only one I can call my friend is our cousin Yoongi. Not really the soul of the party, like me. I don't know if "friend" is the right word but without a better definition...he is someone I can talk to without being judged. He doesn't speak much, but when I need to talk, he listens. I don't even know if he is really listening or just ignoring me but anyway better than nothing.

OK, we can go on.

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"Great," we say but while Yoon-Suh is enthusiastic, me instead I'm more on the sarcastic side.

"We decided to renovate it so there will be a spare room. But I advise that will be not very spacious, so who wants it?"

I don't say anything because I already know the end of the story. If I say I want the bigger one Mom and Yoon-Suh start complaining because she has more things than me and that I, instead need a little space, so I will get the smaller one. You don't believe me? Want to see it? OK, here we go but don't say I didn't tell you.

"Mom, can I have the bigger one? I was thinking, since I have a university exam, to buy a library to put in my reference books, they start to root in the box, and it will be simple to search for one. So, what do you think?"

"What? But why? The books are perfect in the box. Mom, I need the bigger one for myself, I have too many things, and a small one wouldn't fit all." She says, pouting and making doe eyes. Are you ready?

"Yoonah, your sister's right the books fit well in the box, if you put them in a library they will dust. It's simpler and cleaner. Don't you see that your sister needs it more than you?" See I told you.

I can always count on the fact that even if we are identical twins, she is the one who is always more loved. Not because she is an angel, but only because she knows how to flip the script and be the pitiful one. Don't get me wrong here, I love my family and my sister, but sometimes, I would like to know how it feels to be in her place, just for once.

When we still lived in Seoul, I was constantly bullied by my classmate because in their opinion I was a little fat, my hair was too dark and my eyes were strange, I have different eye colors. One light brown, the other green. They called me Piggy or Freak Eyes, when I got home and told Mom she only said, 'Try to be more like your sister. They will not bully you then.' Nice try, right?

It was all Kookie's fault. At first, I was only 'freak eyes', then he started calling me Piggy. Who's Kookie you ask?

Jeon Jungkook, aka Mr. Bully. My worst nightmare. He and his two best friends TaeTae e Chim Chim. Yep, this is fantasy name land. Anyway, they started calling me Piggy after Yoon-suh came into my class. Before no one ever saw us together. Before I was only the freak-eyed girl.

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When Dad got home that night, Mom and Yoon-Suh were still planning how to furnish her big room. "No dear," he said. "She won't get the big room this time." All our eyes were on him.

Who are you? What did you do to my father?

"Why she won't get it? She needs it more than Yoonah."

"Tell me this, why does she always need everything more than her older sister? Yoonah don't have needs too?"

"I didn't say that, but she wants the room for the books. She can leave them in the box."

"She will have university exams this year while Yoon-Suh will attend a professional school that doesn't require any exam to enter. This is my decision and I don't want to listen to complaints."

"But Daddy, I need it for my future school too."

"Don't worry Dad, I can study in the library. It doesn't matter, really." Very generous of me.

Listen, if I didn't do that, she would whine all day 24/7 for what remains of our stay here in Canada.

"Yoonah, you're too unassuming. You should be selfish from time to time." Dad said making me silent. After a few seconds, Mom spoke.

"See, she told you she doesn't need it."

"Yoonah said so because otherwise, Yoon-suh would cry like a baby for days. And you," pointing at my sis, "you need to put a stop to this kid-like behavior. Another thing, if you make trouble once back, you'll switch rooms with your sister, and depending on the entity you will find a work to pay for your school fees."

"But dear, ..." Mom was starting to say something but Dad stopped her.

"No, Yoonah worked to pay for her car and every reference book she needs. She worked to put away some money for her university. All Yoon-Suh ever does is cry to obtain what she wants."

Wow, I think I entered a parallel universe or something like that. Why in the world, otherwise, Dad would side with me? Or I'm terminally ill and no one wants to tell me. Omg, I'm dying it's the only explanation. Like I said before I love my family, it's just that they doting her too much because she is the younger one. Well, you know what I mean. Since he is in a good mood why don't try?

"Dad, can I stay here? It's my last year, like you said and I think applying here for university, wouldn't be a problem. I can ask the Jung if they can let me stay with them or I can stay with Joy. I can find a little apartment and work to pay for it."

"What are you talking about." He told. "You can't bother the Jung or Joy's parents like this and you find an apartment is absolutely out of the question. You need to focus on your studies not work to pay the rent. I won't let you stay here alone, get the idea out of your head."

"Yes, your Dad is right you can't stay here alone. You two will come back with us. How can I leave one of my daughters alone far from us, I would be worried all the time."

Ooooook, they're back. Well, at least I tried. An honorable defeat. They know how to win easily, they pull on my guilty feelings.

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Where I was? Oh, yeah. Jungkook. Even before he saw us together, he bullied me, for my eyes, and because he always thought he was smarter than anyone else and that he could do anything he wanted pretentious right? Taehyung and Jimin weren't of any help. For the other guys in the class, well don't even mention it. For them, he was always right, no matter what. He and his stupid mole, exactly in the middle of his stupid lower lip. If I ever had the opportunity, I would've punched it.

I told my bestie, Han Joy of the move that night.

I and Joy met in our first year of middle school, at first, we didn't click off, because she thought, I was my sis. She and Yoon-Suh were, well are, on the fighting spot all the time. I don't really know why. Joy is funny bright and smart, smarter than me. She is a genius. Since our first year, she's received letters from all kinds of universities to apply, but she always refused.

Anyway, when we started high school, she confessed to me, and also told me she was bi, she was good with both males and females. Pity is that I like guys, but if ever, well she will be mine. She is the best. She was born here but her parents are Korean.

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Wifey: bad news from the front. We move back to Korea😭😭😭

MyJoy: what😱😱? No!!😭😭 you can't leave me here. Why? When? is that stupid pussy also coming? Don't you dare leave her here😡😡

Wifey: obviously we take her back. I don't want to visit you in jail🙄🙄. Dad will go back to the main branch. I tried to stay but he didn't bulge. So sad😣😣. What I'm gonna do without my Joy? I will rot in no time

MyJoy: you'll be fine, I brought you up by the way💪💪.

Wifey: your right mommy😆😆, there is only one thing I dread.

MyJoy: 🤔🤔that Kookie biscuit you told me about?

Wifey: Uh-uhm, that guy really gets on my nerves every time I hear his name😖😖. If he still, lives there surely will be in the same school. Hell on earth for sure😖😖.

MyJoy: forget about that biscuit. You're mine all day tomorrow, I need my wifey until you go. I think of something don't worry about anything. 😏😏 You're up to it?

Wifey: 👍👍sounds good, but please nothing too extreme ok?

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I woke up rather early that morning. While getting ready Yoon-Suh slammed my door open.

"What bite you? Can't you open it like a normal person?"

"Why would I? I'm not normal, I'm special, so I do what I want."

Yeah, your brain is 'especially empty'. "Not in my room. Education would not hurt. Anyway, why are you here?"

"Oh, yeah. That shitty friend of yours is here," she told me before leaving.

"Yoon-Suh, wait" she stopped without turning, "you should stop calling her that she is my best friend. Bear that in mind."

"Whatever, it's not like I'm gonna see her ever again." Scoffed while leaving.

I took my blue shirt and put it over the beige top, to finish my black oversized pants. I took my sneakers and my shoulder bag and flew down the stairs where Joy was waiting for me.

"Wifey!!!" she told me, pulling me in a breath-cutting hug. That I happily reversed.

"So, where are you taking me?"

"You'll see. Are you ready?

"Yeah, I think."

The first stop was the mall. As soon as we passed the glass door of the building, I felt a pair of strong arms rounding my waist.

"Hi pretty," a familiar sweet voice spoke in my ear.

"Hi Hobi," I told him pinching his skin.

Jung Hoseok is a very bright guy. Koreans like us, and we immediately became friends. His family being our neighborhood helped build our friendship, he is the sunshine of the school, always smiling even when he is sad.

Yoon-Suh crushed on him pretty much from the start, and when we were fourteen, she confessed, but he turned her down immediately.

When she asked why, he answered that she was not his type, then she told him that was impossible because she was everybody's type, that she was more beautiful than any other girl he knew.

Hobi snapped and told her he liked me better because I wasn't a liar self-centered and immature person, she cried but still didn't give up and every time he came to our house to study, she would splash herself on him, like glue.

"Ouch! That hurts you know. Man, why do you always treat me like this, you know I love you." He told me with his lovely heart-shaped smile.

"Yeah-yeah, whatever. What are you doing here?" I ask him smiling.

"I called hubby here because he is the only one with incredible fashion sense. We suck on that." She said looking at our attire. "So come on guys, clothes hunting starts here."

We started swirling around the stores, with Hoseok taking every piece of clothes he saw as a perfect fit for us. When we came across a shoe shop, he pulled us in and went right where the high-heeled shoes were. He took a pair of fifteen-inch heels and passed them to me.

"Are you crazy!?" I shout at him, a little louder than I should, "You know that I don't know how to walk on that trap."

"My Angel you should learn because they made your legs look fabulous. Not that they won't look fabulous otherwise." He says, winking at me.

When I got up after putting it, I almost fell but he was quick on my side, helping me stand up. When I felt more confident, I tried to take a few steps and actually found it simple to walk with. And the color was beautiful too, electric blue.

(these are the shoes)

When we got out, we were full of bags and famished for the walk. We stopped at a bistro to eat. After lunch, Joy took us to our second spot a tattoo shop. I whined, "I told you nothing too extreme."

"It won't be extreme. A small symbol of our friendship. Please say yes, pretty please?!?!" she told me pouting.

"Are you going to take one too, Hobi?"

"Hell, yeah. We are all friends; I don't want to be left alone." Smiling brightly.

"How come I always end up putting up with your shit like this!"

"Because you love me," Joy said proudly.

I sigh, taking them arm-in-arm, and pass the threshold of the studio.

We decided to get a little flower, a snowdrop. We placed it in different parts. Joy put it on her wrist, Hobi over his heart. As for me, since my parents are really strict with things like this, I choose to have it behind my left ear, so I can hide it with my hair. To tell you that it freaking pained as hell would be an understatement.

When I got back home that night, I was worried sick that they would notice the band-aid over it, but luckily my long hair covered it. Not even Yoon-Suh noticed it, otherwise, I would be already dead by now.

A week passed by and we started packing up our belongings. Well, mine were pretty much already packed, I never had much space so I always left things in the box.

Yeah, I know what you think of me. I was stupid to leave the bigger room to my sis again. You are all right, but you also don't know my sis. I assure you she can be stressful.

Dad left at the end of the week to start setting up things back there, Mom started to send boxes as soon as she knew he was there.

All seemed to go smoothly, so obviously at some point, something would go wrong.

"Yoonah did you remember to pack your medicines?" she told me when I got downstairs to get a snack.

I have asthma and dust allergy, and on top of that, I suffer from claustrophobia. Great really, the first one was practically born with, the other two, all thanks to an episode in my days back in Korea. Someone closed me in a locker for hours, actually forgetting about me in there. Try to guess who was. Thank you, idiot. I hope you transferred to another planet.

"Yes, Mom done already."

"Now go finish packing."