After 2 weeks

My alarm went off again like it did five minutes earlier, but it didn't wake me up as I was already laying awake in my bed. I hadn't slept well in weeks and I was extremely tired. My eyes had huge eye bags hanging under them and I probably looked like a real life panda mutation.

One thing that made things worse, was that I had to sleep on my back because strangely, sleeping on my stomach felt uncomfortable. And that was weird considering the fact that I always slept on my stomach. Always.

Unfortunately, last night was one of those sleepless nights that tormented me and made me feel grumpy and sad. It was hard to even keep my eyes open, how could I not sleep? Was that even possible for a normal human teenager? I wasn't an alien after all.

I sighed as I got up from my bed and started changing my pajamas to my clothes, which I wore to school, aka my school uniform. It was a bright Monday morning and I had tried my best to rest before the school started, but my plan didn't go as my body wanted.

I had always been a good sleeper, but now it just didn't seem to work no matter how hard I tried. And yay, school started again. No more Summer camps, no, nothing else but school and countless projects and essays to be done due the given time.

Suddenly I shivered from cold and I checked the temperature outside. It was over +20 Celcius already, and I felt cold. First day of school, and I was already sick like I'd have a fever. I really just wanted to ignore this reality and go back to bed, so I could get some of that sleep I needed.

This wasn't like me at all. Usually, I would be way too excited to waste time on anything that didn't need my attention and I would just rush to school.

The reasons why are because one, hanging out with Jackson all day was always pure awesomeness, and two, I could see him again. Mark Tuan, the guy I might have, or might not have slept with during the Summer camp. I did still try to court him with my own unnoticeable ways in the meetings, but he on the other hand, tried to avoid me at all costs.

He did have a girlfriend, and no, I didn't care. Oh yes, I did. That's why I was only admiring him from the distance, trying to imagine how would it feel to date a perfect guy like him. I didn't want to mess with Jia. That would be like begging for trouble. Playing with your life. Getting yourself killed.

She really was the reason why I was a bit hesitant of meeting Mark. But I was also afraid that he'd ignore me because he felt so guilty after possibly cheating on her. As far as I knew, he didn't remember anything that happened that night either.

That might mean we didn't actually do anything, we just slept on the same bed. though, but innocent until proved wrong. If we really didn't do anything... It would probably be like a lucky strike in bowling for him, but I had to admit that I'd be greatly disappointed. He was still the hottest guy in the school after all.

My train of thoughts were interrupted as I tried to hook my bras with great difficulty. After awhile of struggling, I finally managed to close them. But I was surprised by the fact that they felt too tight. I mean, they were the best ones I had and they had always fit me well. That could only mean... My s had grown bigger.

That was somehow absurd since my growth spurt had ended two years ago, and then suddenly something like this happened? Yet, I still couldn't ignore the fact that my bras were a size too small for me now. I sighed at this situation and wondered what should I do now. I dressed my night shirt on again and I couldn't help but to do what I was about to do.

I ran downstairs, hoping to find my mom. Instead of her, I saw my father reading a newspaper in the kitchen while calmly sipping his black, strong coffee.

"Hey dad. Where's mom?" I asked him as I scanned the otherwise empty room, if you didn't count the furniture.

"No morning kiss?" He asked back with a friendly-slash-bitter smile.

I knew I wouldn't get an answer before giving him a kiss, it was always like this. I chuckled and walked towards him, skipping happily while doing so. I leaned on his shoulder and kissed his right cheek quickly.

"Good morning, dad." I told him and he nodded in satisfaction.

"Your mom is coming right-" dad started but he was cut off, when my mom entered the room. "Now." He continued, making me laugh and soon he joined me. My mom didn't know what we were laughing, but started laughing anyway since the reason to laugh seemed funny even though she had no idea what it was.

"Good morning, sweetie." My mom said as I approached her, and gave me a peck on my lips.

"Good morning, mom." I answered happily.

If you still hadn't realized, we had a habit of giving good night and good morning kisses, so the relationship between us would always stay this cheery. It was like a lucky charm we tried to keep up, so nothing bad would happen. I hope I didn't just jinx something right now, wait I need to knock something wooden three times.

Phew, done. Now, let's continue.

"Mom, I need your help!" I complained quietly and pouted at her.

"Why didn't you ask me to help?" My dad asked sadly. I almost laughed at the thought of asking his help in this situation, and I couldn't help but to about it.

"Well, if you happen to have any spare bras you can give, please give them to me." I said and opened my arms towards him. He made a weird face at me and remained quiet.

"You were right, talk to your mom." He finally stated and coughed before the newspaper in his hands gained his interest again.

"Why do you need new bras? Is something wrong with your old ones?" My mom asked curiously.

"I need.. Bigger ones." I admitted shyly. My mom's eyes widened and you can't imagine what she did next.

She placed her hands on my s and felt them. My face flushed red and I was extremely embarrassed. Even though she was my mom... I really wanted to dig a hole on the ground and spend the rest of my day there, maybe a whole year or the rest of my life would be good.

"Irene! What are you doing? Why are you molesting our daughter?" My dad asked when he saw what was happening in front of him.

"What are you talking about? I'm not molesting her." My mom defended herself. I wasn't so sure about her answer myself, since I was the target of her hands. Still, I was somehow used to our weird mornings, so this was nothing.

"Why are you then doing... That.. Whatever you're doing right now?" My father said after struggling a bit.

"But honey! Our sweetie said her s had grown! Isn't that great?" My mom exclaimed. My dad looked at my begging face and nodded slightly as if telling me he understood my struggle.

"I don't think that's the right way to deal with it, darling." My dad noted and my mother let go.

Finally, it was starting to get hot in here. Well, I did still feel cold and that was totally odd in this warm sunny day. I glanced at my mom that was filled in excitement for nothing that big. Well, at least someone was happy.

I was just utterly confused.

Gawd! I somehow feel embarrased for my character... Poor Jieun! XD As you can see, her family really is open minded people that take things easily or well... Her mom is unique I must say :'D I hope you enjoyed this chapter! Please comment and subscribe! ^^