Hey, I'm Skylar Kim. Some people call me Sky and I prefer it that way.

I'm a smart, shop-a-holic, sarcastic twenty-five year old girl living in America. But, due to some idiotic genes and unfortunate circumstances on my parents part, it's not like that in Korea.

You see, my younger brother is Kim Ryeowook of Super Junior.

The one who is super un-athletic, the one who is a super amazing cook, the one who superbly inspired fans to lose weight, the one who superbly calls himself the 'Eternal Maknae.' Yes, yes. That Kim Ryeowook.

I haven't seen or heard from that kid since he was seven and I was nine. He stayed in Korea and I moved to America. Why did I move to America?

Well, because one, for some stupid reason, I, Skylar Kim, was gifted cursed with the stupid phenomenon, photographic memory. Yeah, that's right. I called you stupid, you stupid photographic memory. You and I won't ever forget this. Why? BECAUSE OF YOU. Ahem. Well, anyhoo, because of it, I started memorizing everything. EVERYTHING. I learned English in half a year. Yes, HALF A YEAR. Don't even make me tell you all the OTHER languages and disturbing lovely things I've memorized. Need I tell you that we are everlasting enemies? I hate it and it hates me. It's simple, really.

Two, he wanted to stay in Korea, so he stayed with my aunt. Boy, were my parents mad at him. But, now look at him. He's a singer and so busy with his life, he can't contact us. Either that or he keeps changing his phone number whenever we do try to contact him.

And finally, three. I hated Korea so I didn't want to stay there. I still hate it. It smells like sewer, it's a very small country it's not a country at all. It's half of a country, and the drivers there are crazy. Hey, the list can go on and on, but, whatever.

Some of you are probably screaming your heads off like the little fan girls you are.

'Oh my gosh. Ryeowook. He's so cute~'

Well, shut up. I dislike him with a passion because of his career.

'What? Why do you hate our Wookie?'

Because of his lame-o career. He can't contact us, he's probably sleep deprived, he's probably feeding G o d knows how many people! Also, did I say I hate him? No. I said I dislike him with a passion. There's a difference. Plus, he's not yours. He's MINE.

Okay, fine. I miss him. I love him. But, under no circumstances what-so-ever, have I forgiven him for staying in Korea and not moving to America with us.

And, now, once again, due to some unfortunate circumstances on -guess who?- my parents part, I am moving in with my younger brother.

Interested in my story? Then you better continue reading My Wonderfully Annoying Life with Super Junior.