A/N: Annyeung everyone ~ ! This chappie will be pretty long & it will be giving a glimpse into Dara's life at home. 

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Dara's PV



As I left the bus stop I walked towards my house, which looked like all the other houses out here: small, quaint, average, and of course it was painted white. Our dog, or should I say "his dog" guarded our front door. However, that brute only goes in for the actual kill if he senses that you're trying to break in. I opened the door only to find Chaerin (my monster of a sister, who likes to flirt with boys and sings out loud for the world to hear), on top of "his" lap. They were in the midst of watching the daily news on our severed couch. Thunder, my third youngest sibling and the one that I am attached to the most, was on the ground playing with an old beat up toy truck. And Jiyong, my sibling that likes to bully me, was on the table doing his homework like the little smart he is. But seriously... What the hell? Why the hell is that man holding up my little sister?! .... That bastard and that little traitor. I shook my head and locked the door. Umma came out from the kitchen with an apron tied around her waist and she was holding Minzy, my adorable baby sister who enjoys pulling my hair.



"Dawa! Dawa!" Minzy flailed her arms around, while CL turned her head.



"Omo! It's unnie, appa~!" CL exclaimed, still bouncing in his arms.



"Hi honey how are you?" Umma asked.



"Dandy, just dandy.." I looked at "him" and he smirked, as if he was trying to give me the hint that no one cared. I shrugged and left the living room, going to the only place I had some privacy in.



Ever since we moved into this stinking house of his, okay.. His name is Rick. He remarried mother after dad divorced her when I was about 12. And we've all gotten used to being the Parks instead of the Yangs. Ever since we moved here we've all had to share one freaking room, with one bunk bed... ONE BUNK BED. Although Jiyong and thunder slept on the floor, Minzy had a crib here too. How could a girl like me even have her own privacy? Sigh... I hate that man, and I thought CL did too. Traitor.



I shook my shoes off and grabbed my old mint colored ipod. Then I opened my closet and grabbed my large brown box, in it was some old mixtapes that barely worked, old art projects, paper dolls, antique jewelry, a sketch book, and the rest of my walking dead comics. These were the very few things that I managed to bring from my old house.



Luckily before that idiot married my mom, I was already subscribed to the comicon store online. Because hey, what would I be without a little horror and flesh eating zombies in my life? Sometimes I liked to imagine Rick getting eaten by me as a zombie, and I'd enjoy every minute of it.. Keke. But anyways.... Maybe, just maybe that