I was too young back then, too naïve to understand things. It was simple. 

I was somewhat drafted into the ‘military’. Yeah, it seemed like that, but it’s a little different. This camp, that had molded me into what I am now, was not your regular military camp. If I were to speak as a layman and not as a soldier of this company, then I would say that I grew up in an idol boot camp. 

I didn’t ask for it and the thing hadn’t even crossed my mind. Before I was swept into the kaleidoscopic vortex of the entertainment industry, I was merely a young girl on vacation with her family. We were shopping at a mall, enjoying our time to ourselves. That was until a man approached us, saying he wanted to cast my younger sister and mold her into a celebrity based here in our native shore. 

The next thing I knew, I was sitting in the conference room with my parents. There were heated discussions on the matter. I was just there, a wallflower, sitting quietly and listening to the exchange of words. Things got boring as my juvenile mind failed to comprehend the direness of the situation – the fact that my fate will also be sealed in this very hall. 

“How about our eldest daughter, Jessica?” I heard mom say. 

This awakened me from my stupor. Me? What about me? 

“We can trade her for her sister. She can train with you as Krystal grows up…” I heard dad say. 

And that was the day I learned to despise my sister. That was the very moment that triggered my hatred for her – for ruining my precious childhood.