I rolled over from the left side of my bed to the right side of my bed multiple times. My stomach hurts and I felt to weak to go to school this morning. It's pretty hot outside and it feels like I am suffocating in my room. Mom and dad both left the house this morning and Jessica went to school, both are still not home yet. As I kept my eyes closed and calmed myself down, I fell asleep.

I hear footsteps walking down the stairs. The sound of the steps stopped in the middle of the stairscase. It's not like I could think of anything else so I just kept quiet and tried get some sleep again by trying to sleep. The sudden squeaking door of my bedroom awakens me from my rest. I slowly peeked from under my blanket, who entered my room. "You're awake?", my sister asked with a trembling voice. I looked up once again, but this time not peeking. My sister is crying. My sister who rarely shows me her weak side is crying. She is not sobbing, she is crying, the tears are literally streaming down her cheeks. Since I am the youngest, I never really had to care and worry about my older sister, but now I see my sister in this state, my heart feels uncomfortable. "What's wrong...?", I asked. The older girl in front of me in the doorway started out crying out loud at my question. Through her cries she whimpered:"Mom..." Now I tried to picture out the situation. Dad is screaming at mom. I thought my parents were fighting over the smallest things like the usually do downstairs. But they aren't fighting. "Please stop crying...! IT WON'T HELP!", dad yelled through my mom's cries. It isn't sound from outside, the neighbours' dogs aren't crying, there is nothing under construction. My mom is crying. I've never seen my mom cry except when relatives deceased or when she had to cut onions. "Mom... she has a tumor in her thyroid", I hear my sister saying through my thoughts. Are these the results of my mother's complains about the pain in her neck? Is it cancer? I didn't need time to think. I went speechless and just dropped down on my bed, tightly holding onto my blanket. I didn't even take time to comfort my older sister wich eye make up was all messed up because of the tears. "Unnie, don't cry", I comforted my sister without looking in her eyes while still holding tightly onto my blanket. This is not reality. Mom grew up in a poor family, she worked for her family ever since she was little and fortunately found my father who she married and lead a  nice, wealthy, succesful life and this is what she gets. She hasn't even reached her mid 40's yet and she is already ending her life as a gift for working hard? If someone doesn't deserves to get a horrible illnes, it's my mother. I cannot believe it. The worst thing is that I told mom last night that she shouldn't be worried about having cancer. I knew she was going to see the doctor, but never expected this. Mom frequently visits her doctor whenever she thinks something is strange with her body. Money has never been the problem for our family. She is scared for the death. 90% of the time she went to the doctor, there was actually nothing wrong or something to worry about. My mom is just easily worried. I thought her visit this time would be part of this 90%. How huge is the chance even to have cancer when your throat and part of your neck hurts. It could have been stress. I tried to hold back my tears, but it didn't work. One tear dropped down my pillow. Without realizing, my sister went downstairs to comfort my mother while I was still just resting in my bed. I am ill, I have no energy to move out of my bed. Hearing mom and dad being weakly crying like this, makes me even more weak than I already was.

Seulgi POV
"Promise me you'll be by my side during break time. Otherwise I will end up with those kids", Krystal said and pointed in the distance at her younger classmates. Krystal doubled in the first year of middle school because of bad grades. That year was the first and last schoolyear I spend with Krystal. In just one year, Krystal and I got to know a lot about eachother and we became friends. Even though she isn't in my class anymore the past years, I still treat her as the Krystal who I met as friend in the first class of middle school. It's pretty fun if you think about it: we got to know eachother in one year in class, and spent the other years together outside class, that's what I call friendship. "Don't worry, you know you're always accepted in our group", I laughed and wrapped my left arm around Krystal's neck, "Let's go to the second floor. That is where you also have to be to see your tutor and new class right?" The taller girl beside me nodded. "By the way, why are there so many sporters are out of a sudden?", Krystal asked while we walked up the stairs to the second floor together. "Oh you mean-" "They are from Dongguk", Taemin said and divorced Krystal and me by squeezing in between us. Taemin brought us out of balance in the middle of the staircase. Krystal and I were about to fall backwards but grabbed the handrail just in time. "YAH TAEMIN! it's your first appearance and you're already showing more of yourself than needed", I punched Taemin on the shoulder right when we arrived on the second floor. "You know how I am", Taemin cupped his face and showed it to us while walking by our side. "What they are from Dongguk?!", Krystal asked way too loud. The kids I don't know are probably from Dongguk and they all looked around. "Yeah, school is so poor so we've to attend school in the same building", I laughed. "That means there will be more new childish kids I've to spent the year with", Krystal rolled with her eyes. I put my arm from Krystal's shoulder when I arrived at my classroom I was assigned to. "My class is here..." "Mine is across... Seulgi~~", Krystal pouted, "I am afraid of my class. It's going to be another boring year with a boring class" "Don't worry Krystal. This oppa will have a lo