It all started with an accident.

Everything does. This could be the first sentence of any story. Accidents. That’s what makes us who we are. All the event in our lives- what we did a year ago, an hour ago, 10 seconds ago, is an accident. Out of the many different things we could have been doing, we are doing what we are doing right now. Like right now, I’m sitting here writing about accidents instead of doing what I usually do when I’m bored- sit there like an idiot staring at the screen watching youtube channels. That’s an accident. Instead of following what I would have liked to and becoming a journalist, here I am, as a model. I wouldn’t really say it would be a miracle- just an accident.

I have a label painted straight across my face. Everyone I’ve met so far does. The ugly label covers me. Disguises me. It’s human nature. You’re born with a label, it might get peeled off a couple times, but replaced again, right after with another ugly label. By “ugly” label, I don’t literally mean my face is ugly and I have a piece of paper stuck to it, having all these ugly-high school names written on it. In fact, I’m rather proud of my label- people tend to accept me when they see it.

“Beautiful, cute, pretty, famous model with a nice style and nice clothes.”

Society likes it, I like it too. But sometimes, I get all- shivery like, imagining what would have happened if my mom didn’t send the company and appliance form. Would I have gotten some other weird job- some ugly, ugly, label that I would have stuck on me for the rest of my life?

Anyway, not that I’m done with my whole blab of thought, let me tell you why it has to do with anything. Why this is on a asian fan fic page anyway.

Well, there was this one time I fell in love with Nakaj—

You know what, let me start from the beginning.