Dayeon P.O.V.

     "God, Jesus, Buddha, , crap, , dammit," I cursed while falling of my bed. My body hit the floor. "Dammit, why do I always so that?" I asked myself, scratching my head. "I just wanna have a strong body again," I whispered to myself. I heard my phone ring. I slammed my hand on my shelf, shuffling through the items finally finding my phone. "Hello?"

"! Why are you always up so early? It's ing 5!! FIVE!!!" I heard my annoying brother yell from his room.

"You know you could just yell from your room," I suggested. I heard him scoff through the phone. "Plus, it's not my fault my body is naturally like this!" I replied to him. I pouted to myself. 

"Well, you could try NOT FALLING OFF YOUR BED!" He screamed. 

"WELL, YOU COULD TRY NOT PUSHING ME IN MY SLEEP. YEAH, I FEEL IT." I yelled. He became silent, then hung up. "," I mumbled. I got up and brushed myself off. I did my nornal routine. I grabbed my pills and put it into my pocket. I walked down the stairs and made breakfast. Pancakes. Yum. I ate, while saving some for the bastard upstairs. I put my plate away. I scanned the room, the clock said 5:45 AM. I grabbed a cup of water and a pill while swallowing it. "I just want to fight again," I mumbled ruffling my hair. I went back upstairs to change into my school uniform. It was a black skirt with a yellow and black blazer. I adjusted my blazer in the mirror. I slipped on my black short shorts under my skirt. My brothers orders. I don't understand why he makes me do this. It's not like anyone pays attention to me. I fixed my long black hair. I wanted to dye my hair for a changed. But, Mark said that it was a sign of rebelion. Is that why his hair is red? My brother as a rebel would be hiliarious. He's so weak. I chuckled to myself. Mark fighting, makes me laugh every time. But I wished he would learn how to fight, now that my body is damaged, I can't fight that much, or at all anymore. I stopped meeting people in alleys, I stopped stealing, I stopped my fighting life, my rebellion life. I just want to get my surgery over with and be free of my innocent days. Well, it's not like I don't have to pretend to be nice, innocent in front of everyone. If only people knew all my secrets.

6:30. I walked downstairs and spent my time watching TV. 7:20. I heard my brother get out of bed, then I heard the shower turn on. About 20 minutes later, I was greeted by a groggy Mark. 

"Why are you always up so early? School starts at 8:20." He asked fixing his hair. 

"Because I am." I replied smiling. He chuckled. "I left pancakes on the table, go eat," I said to him. 

"Thanks," He said sitting. 

"But you have 10 minutes and then we have to go to school," I said. He nodded. He finished at 7:50. He tried fixing his hair, but failed and then just put a beanie on. 

"Do I look nice?" He asked. 

"You look like , now let's go." I said giggling. He laughed. Thanks to our high-tech scooters, that don't come out till' about 5 years, we can speed to school. 

"Where did you get these scooters anyways?" He asked. I stole it.

"Like I told you, my friend gave them to me," I lied. 

"What did I say about making friends?" He asked. 

"Don't worry they moved, now let's just ride," I said riding away. As we arrived at school, it was 8. 

"I'm gonna go now, k?" He asked pointing to the direction.

"Ok, but, why do you always go there, your class is in the other direction?" I asked. I've always thought this was quiete suspicious. 

"Well, um, my friends are down this way, so," He said.

"Why can I never meet your friends?" I pouted. 

"You know why, they're guys your age, you can never know what they will do, now I'm leaving, go be safe," He said walking away.

I sighed. I walked to my class listening to music. The day passed quickly and soon enough, it was already the end of the day. I never meet up with Mark at the end of the day, he's always surrounded by screaming girls, so I just walk past him. He doesn't want people to know we're related. He doesn't want me to change to popular girls, since girls would come screaming to me about him. I admit, that would be terrible. I felt my pocket vibrate. It was my doctor. 

"Hello?" I asked.

"Hi Dayeon, it's me, Dr. Jung," My doctor said. 

"Oh, hey, is my surgery date set?" I asked. 

"No, not yet, I still need to confirm with the surgeons on when they're open, but I hope it will be soon," He said. 

"Ah, ok, take your time, I'm still fine, more people are more injured than I am," I said. 

"Ok, bye now, I'm a bit busy," He said.

"Ok, bye~" I said giggling. 

I picked up my scooter and rode away. I arrived at home before Mark did, like always. I changed into my fuzzy, warm, pajamas and fell on my bed. I jumped up. 

"I'm hungry," I said to myself. I went to cook myself food. Afterwards, I swallowed my food and went to sleep early. 

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FIRST CHAPTER, DONE! WOO! BOO YA! Anyways, I hope this chapter was interesting enough, I think it's a bit boring, but as the story goes on it will become more exciting! ^.^ 

Bye now~ ^^