This is a random piece of thang that came out of ma brain.

Sorry for any confusion or anything.

Sorry.

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            The summer evenings were long. It was not dark, yet. Presently Taeyeon checked her watch, picked up her cap and wore it. Her once white shirt is now brown as she had just played in the dirt. Then, a stranger before her – a girl a little bit taller than herself, a newcomer of any age or either was an impressive curiosity in the poor little village of Jeonju. This girl was well dressed, too – well-dressed on a week-day. This was simply astounding. Her golden brown hair was set in to a ponytail, her pink flower dress flutter with the wind and she had her dress shoes on – and yet it was only Friday. She had a citified air about her that ate into Taeyeon’s vitals. The more Taeyeon stared at the splendid marvel, the higher she turned up her nose at her finery, and the shabbier and shabbier her own outfit seemed to her to grow. Neither girls spoke. If one moved, the other moved – but only sideways, in a circle. They kept face to face and eye to eye all the time.

Finally Taeyeon said:

            “I can you!”

            “I’d like to see you try it.”

            “Well, I can do it.”

            “No, you can’t, either.”

            “Yes, I can.”

            “No, you can’t.”

            “I can.”

            “You can’t.”

            “Can.”

            “Can’t”

An uncomfortable pause. Then Taeyeon said:

“What’s your name?”

“My name isn’t your business is it?”

“Well, I’ll make it my business.”

“Well, why don’t you?”

“If you say much, I will.”

“MUCH – MUCH – MUCH! There now.”

“Oh, you think you’re mighty smart, don’t you? I could you with one hand tied behind me, if I wanted to.”

 “Well, why don’t you do it? You say you can do it.”

“Well I will, if you fool with me.”

“Oh yes – I’ve seen whole family in the same fix.”

“Smarty! You think you’re some now don’t you?”

“Oh what a hat!”

“You can lump that hat if you don’t like it. I dare you to knock it off, and anybody that’ll take a dare will be a rotten egg.”

“You’re a liar!”

“You’re another.”

“You’re a fighting liar and daren’t take it up.”

“Aw - take a walk!”

“Say, if you give me much more of your sass, I’ll take and bounce a rock off and on your head.”

“Oh, of course you will.”

“Well I will.”

“Well, why don’t you do it then? What do you keep saying you will for? Why don’t you do it? It’s because you’re afraid.”

“I’m not afraid.”

“You are.”

“I am not.”

“You are.”

Another pause, and more eyeing and sidling around each other. Presently they were shoulder to shoulder. Taeyeon said:

            “Get away from here!”

            “Go away yourself!”

            “I won’t.”

“I won’t either.”

            So they stood, each with a foot placed at an angle as a brace, and both shoving with might, and glowering at each other with hate. But neither could get an advantage. After struggling till both were hot and flushed, each relaxed her strain with watchful caution, and Taeyeon said:

            “You’re a coward and a pup. I’ll tell my big brother on you, and he can quash you with his little finger, and I’ll make him do it, too.”

            “What do I care for your big brother? I’ve got a brother that’s bigger than he is and what’s more, he can throw your brother over that fence too.” (Both brothers were imaginary.)

            “That’s a lie.”

            “Your saying so doesn’t make it so.”

            Taeyeon drew a line in the dust with her big toe, and said:

            “I dare you to step over that, and I’ll you till you can’t stand up. Anybody too scared for a dare is a chicken. ”

            The new girl stepped over promptly, and said:

            “Now you said you’d do it, now let’s see you do it.”

            “Don’t you crowd me now, you better look out.”

            “Well you said you’d do it – why don’t you do it?”

            “By jellies, for two cents I will do it.”

            The new girl took out two broad copper out of her pocket and held them out on her palm of her hand.

            Taeyeon struck them to the ground.

            In an instant both girls were rolling and tumbling in the dirt, gripped together like cats, and for the space of a minute they tugged and tore at each other hair and clothes, bite and scratched each other’s nose, and covered themselves with dust and glory. Presently the confusion took form, and through the fog of battle Taeyeon appeared, seated on the new girl, and tickling her into oblivion with her tiny fingers.

            “Give up!” he said.

            The girl only struggled to free herself. She was crying – laughing mainly from the tickling.

            “Give up!” and the tickling went on.

            At last the stranger let out a squeaky “I give up!” and Taeyeon let her up and said, “That’ll teach you better to look out who you’re fooling with next time. Now tell me your name.”

            The new girl, brushing the dirt from her pink dress with an eye smile grinned brightly at Taeyeon and said. “Hwang Miyoung. And yours?”

            She grinned too and said “Kim Taeyeon.”

 

Well, the rest is history.