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"Jin! Are you up, yet?" My stepmother, Linda, yells from outside the door.

I hate her.
I hate dad.
I hate both of them for ruining my mother.

"I'm up!" I yell back to her, trying to leave out the hint of annoyance but a string of it slips in to my words.

If she picked it up, then she doesn't show it. "Breakfast's ready! Come downstairs in 15!"

"Tch."

I slip out of my covers of my fiancé. Yes, my bed is my fiancé. As soon as I get out, I start to miss the comfort of my bed.

I shiver slightly, and walk over to my connected bathroom.

I'm rich, so what?

It's not like I care.

I brush my teeth, until they are sparkling white and squeaky clean. I rub my face, covering it in citrus face wash. I leave it there for five minutes.

During the five minutes, I turn on the shower, letting the extra cold water to leave.
I wash my face, and strip out of my silvery blue, silk pajamas.

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I walk out, a soft, pastel blue towel, wrapped around my moist torso.

Walking into my walk in closet, I look around, trying to find a perfect outfit for a Monday.

My walk in closet, is quite huge, with a vanity, mirror, and all my makeup inside.

I settle down for a very light pink, off shoulder, crop top with a criss cross stitch pattern, plaiting the entire top. The top is paired up with high waisted, denim jeans with a simple rip on the right knee.

I put on light make up, the daily, thin layer of foundation, over which I apply warm, pink blush on my cheeks. Nude-ish, dusty pink lipstick, and a simple layer of mascara.
I take my grayish pink crossbag, containing my phone, back up make up, and wallet.

I was halfway through wearing my white, Adidas superstars, when I hear Linda's voice ringing my ears, from downstairs.

"Choi SooJin! Get down here, now!"

"I said, I'm coming!!" I yelled, a little too loud.

I growl in anger, and stomp my way out. Not forgetting to lock the door, sealing away all my possessions.

"What?" I snap, at a poor guard, who stared at me. He shook his head, rapidly, too scared to provoke me any further.

I'm very well known for my temper.

"Young lady! Stop stomping!" Were the first words that tumbled out of Linda's mouth. No good morning, no I love you. Not even a simple how are you or did you sleep well, which my mother always said to me, the first thing I woke up.

I scowl at her, but she walks over to the dining room. I sit down opposite Linda. I sit on father's right while Linda on his left. He is sitting at the head of the table.

Father, oh so miraculously, donates me a brief glance and a good morning.

Like wow dad, that must be hard work, acknowledging your own daughter.

I don't bother saying anything in return and simply frown at my spotless plate. I secretly open my phone, and turn on the voice record app. I have a feeling something bad is going to happen.

"SooJin! Don't slouch!" Again, the bitch thought worst, and provoked me further.

That's when my patience slips over the edge.

I glare at her, my eyes holding hell, "You stop acting like a stuck up, gold digger, first."

She gaspa, thats where her acting skills came up.

"Choi SooJin! Apologize to your mother now!" Her knight in shining armor came to rescue his damsel in distress.

"Mother? This bitch ain't my mother. I don't remember being related to hoes or gold diggers which in this case are both. Furthermore, do you even know what a mother is? Who a mother is? Or what the word mother means? You treated your biological mother worser than trash and you are telling me to apologize to a gold digger who claims to be in love with you! What about the times when your first wife, my mother, told you to respect, and treat your mother with kindness? Talk about hypocritical."

They look shocked, but dad's face holds guilt and regret. Seeing this, Linda speaks up.

"Choi SooJin! Watch your tongue!"

I slam my hands on the table, and stand up, "You know what? You'll never see me on this table ever again."

I walk out of the house, my keys for both my cars in hand. I am not risking the bitch taking over my stuff, because one time, I forgot my iPhone 7 at home, Linda took it and when I accused her she acted like it was hers all along, and since dad has fallen under her spell, he grounded me for two weeks.

14 freaking days.

I drive to school, in my white Mercedes Benz. I don't bother putting on a smile on my face as I walk to the cafeteria, to my seven best friends, Bangtan.

Kim Namjoon, the rap monster.
Kim Seokjin, the looks monster.
Min Yoongi, the nap monster.
Jung Hoseok, the hope monster.
Park Jimin, the abs monster.
Jeon JungKook, the art monster.
Kim Taehyung, the actual monster.

I spot my friends talking and laughing, at the center table. I walk over to them, sit on my chair, and slam my head down on the table.

"Bad morning?" Joonie, (Namjoon) asks.

I groan, "What does it look like?"

"Linda?" Hobi asks. Hoseok's nickname.

"Yep. I mean who does the bitch think she is?"

"Uhh...I dont know. You ask her." As usual, Kim Taehyung, replies.

I look at him, "Not the point, Tae."

"Did you eat breakfast?" Says, the mother, Jin.

"Nope." I say, popping the 'p'.

"Here." Yoongi, offers his food, pancakes covered in chocolate syrup.

"Thank you." I smile at him, and take the extra fork, cutting a piece.

"What about you guys?" I ask.

"Its a Monday, what do you expect?" Jimin says.

"My step dad was the same as usual, a pain in the ass." JungKook says.

"What did you break today, Joonie?" I ask Namjoon.

"Nothing!"

We stare at him with a who-do-you-think-you-are-kidding look on our faces.

"OK fine. I might've broken the faucet. And a mug."

"Poor Yoongi had to fix the tap. Can't be said the same for the mug. Rest in peace, mug." And Tae breaks into tears. They look half fake and... half real? I don't understand a single thing this boy does.

We just stare him.

My phone starts to ring. Father flashes on the screen. Seeing this I frown.

I accept the call, as Yoongi mouths 'Speaker'. I oblige, and tap the speaker button.

"Yes, father?" I say, bitterly.

He is still angry, I know it. "SooJin! Where the hell are you?"

"School."

"How dare you speak to me like that?"

"How dare you cheat behind my mother's back?" I say. Then, I hang up.

The table is silent, as I clutch my head.

"Is he blind, or something?" Kookie (JungKook) speaks up.

"Apparently, so." Tae answers.

"Hey! Do you want to move in with us?" Joonie says.

"Yeah! That's a great idea!" Jin says.

The others nod their head, eagerly.

"Then, I'll owe you my life for saving me from the bitch." I agree.

"Yes!" Hobi and Tae Tae, yell the cafeteria down.

[I think you all know their nicknames. If not, then Hobi is Hoseok's nickname, and Tae Tae is Taehyung's nick name. I'll tell you whose nick name it is the first time it's mentioned.]

"Oh yeah, listen to this." I say, as I open the recording.

Halfway through, and they're are clutching their stomachs, trying to stop laughing.

"Email me this, now!" Kookie asks, and the others agree.

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"Done!" I say. They receive the file.

And there goes the bell.