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"Hope is a waking dream."

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"DARA~!" I sing-songed as I twirled into Dara's room, waking her up in the midst of her 'beauty sleep'.

"KYAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" She screetched, covering herself in her comforter, making me frown.

"YAH!" I yelled as I kicked the side of her bed.

Nothing.

I growled as I tugged on her comforter, only to find Dara fighting back.

"I'm not wearing my makeup yet!" She continuously buried her face on her pillow.

I gave her a deadpanned look.

"Seriously?"

My frown grew deeper as her statement was true. I have never seen Dara's bare face. Not even when she goes to sleep! She puts on a sleeping mask.

"BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" Dara's makeup face popped up off of the pillow, making me jump and my heart may have skipped a few beats.

I smirked as I recover from my shocked state.

"Nice makeup."

"Why thank you!" Dara beams at me.

"I meant the pillow."

Her face fell as she looked at her pillow, which has a very accurate imprint of Dara's makeup.

I cackled as I walked out of the room, closing the door as I hear Dara's wails and complaints.

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"Hey bro," my friend said as he looked at the mirror fixing his hair. "You ready for today?"

"Sure," I said, monotoned.

Truthfully, I didn't want to move here in Korea, much less move in to a new school, being the new kid all over again. Thankfully, my parents were nice enough to let my best friend go together with me. As much as I detest them, I still have a heart.

"Come on," My best friend nudged me and we both walked out of the house and onto the busy streets of Korea, my new home.

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"Do you think they're going to be cute?" I giggle as Dara swerves a car, who beeped and rolled down the windows, spitting a string of colorful words at us, making Dara stick her middle finger out of the window for the nth time.

"I don't know."

Dara then managed to avoid a life-threatening car accident, one of her major talents.

There goes profanity at its best again.

"Wow," I said, shaking my head as I blow on my newly painted nails, not minding Dara who was carelessly checking up on her makeup while driving. "These people need to wash their mouths with a bar of soap."

"I know right?"

We both looked at each other seriously, then laughed out loud, zooming through the beeping cars, ignoring their complaints and profanity.

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