It was during class time when I was pretty much paying attention to the teacher. You might think that just because my family is rich and owns a company, I might be those people that just wants to do whatever they want and don't care about their grades... Well to tell you the truth, I care about my grades a lot  and I'd do anything to get straight A+' s.  Okay so I'm here in class when my cellphone rang...

RINGGG~~~~~

"Who didn't turn off their cell phone?!?" boomed Mr. Choi.

"I didn't!" I said, raising my hand.

"Oh. Ms. Kim," He said, feeling slightly scared and nervous (probably cause my family is powerful) "You may pick it up."

"OK!~~~" I said as I stand up from my seat and went outside of the classroom and flip open my phone.

"Yobosaeyo?"

"________-ah?" my father sounded like he cried.

"deh.. What is it dad?"

"________-ah.. Omma... Omma's in the hospital!"

"B-BWO?!" I screamed as my eyes widen.

"Come quickly!"

I slam my phone shut and rushed inside to get my bag and notebooks.

As I was doing this, my classmates murmured and whispered about me.

"Yah, ________-ah. Where are you going?" My friend, Tiffany, asked.

"Something urgent came up! I'll talk to you later!" I shouted as I ran out the door.