It’s Saturday night and our flight will be tomorrow morning. I hate this. I hate leaving Daegu just because of my brother. Why is he always controlling me? I’m not a kid anymore!

“Gwiboon-ah! Can you put this one on your luggage?” My Oppa said as he peeked from my door. “Mine’s already full and why are you bringing so much? I know, you’ll buy some clothes there when we got off from the plane.” I said. “I can’t leave my babies here alone in our house. In fact, this is my favorite outfit.” Kibum oppa whined. Oh, yes… My oppa acts like a child. I can’t even identify who’s younger between me and him. “Oppa… All of your clothes are your favorite.” I said in sarcastic tone.

“Gwiboon! Kibum! Dinner’s ready!” Umma called downstairs. I ran outside from my room and rushed to the dining room. I’m really hungry.

“Woah.. Easy, young woman! You might hurt yourself.” Umma warned and I just shrugged it off.

*Boog*

“Ahh…”

“I warned you.” She said and I stood up to sit on my respective place. Everybody came to the table and we started our dinner.

“So… Gwiboon, Have you packed your things already?” Umma asked and I nodded. “Neh.”

“Don’t bring too much, okay?” My mother said. “I only have one luggage and oppa has three. It’s unfair! I’m the girl here!” I complained.

“Well, you can buy something else in Seoul. Just ask your brother. Arasso?” Umma told me and I glared at my brother. He just grinned like an innocent child. Oh, I wanna kick his off.

“Gwiboon! Did you understand what I had said?” She asked again and I nodded. “Neh, Umma.”

“Good. Be a good girl there on your new school.” She said.

“I will, Umma.”

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Cellphone, check. Passport, check. Ticket, check. Pebbles... Pebbles, where is pebbles? 

"Umma! Have you seen Pebbles?" I shouted. "H