1 week later after school i waved goodbye to my little group of friends and solemnly walked back to my apartment.

I arrive in-front of the apartment building head up to my room, and grab my mail. I freeze as i take out my keys....

I turn around slowly and catch a glimpse of the land lord. And he most certainly doesn't look like he's coming over to have a friendly chat.

Crap.

I fumble with my keys finally finding the right one then barge inside, lock the door, dash into my room and hide under my bed......

I'm scared out of my wits when i hear the loud pounding of the land lords fist on the front door.

I lay there praying to God as i hear his angry shouts "I KNOW YOUR IN THERE! GET YOUR A$$ OUT HERE NOW!!!!!!"

Tears stream down my face as i start to take in more of the situation. Why me? Out of all the people on  Earth why must this happen to me? I burst into a fit of muffled tears. My heart feels like its about to burst.

Then the pounding on the front door finally stops and my heart rate finally goes back to normal.

Once the tears stop flowing i crawl from under my bed. I close my blinds so he cant see in, then i sit down on the floor and sort through my mail.

Junk, junk, bills, junk , bills, bills, bills, bills, bil-

What the heck is this?!:

From: Woollim Entertainment

To: Park Ji Yeon

I quickly rip open the letter from Woollim. Then sit there as i read it closely:

Dear Park Ji Yeon,

  We are happy to say that out of the 50,000 people who signed up, you are one of the select few who have been chosen

to work at Woollim Entertainment as a new assistant. Please report to our building next Saturday morning to be assigned 

as a assistant to one of our make up artists. We look forward to working with you.

                                                                                        sincerely

                                                                            The CEO of Woolliment

"What?! How?! I didnt even sign up for this shi-"

Then it hit me. Of course i didnt sign up for this. Someone else signed me up. "Hwayoung...."

Then i took another look at the letter. My jaw dropped. I could most certainly pay my rent with the money i can get from this. 

In which case i guess.....

things are looking okay......