I woke up the next day. I had school. Ugh. I got ready and put some jeans with my marching band T-Shirt. I'm only doing it because my best friend is in it and I don't want P.E. alone. I grabbed my backpack and went downstairs to eat breakfast.

"Good morning, miss," Lilly, the maid, said.

"Morning, Lilly. What's for breakfast?" I asked.

"Pancakes and strawberries," she smiled.

"Sounds good," I smiled.

She handed me a plate. I ate. Then I started thinking. What if I run away? Leave this place? But to where? Then Dave, my chauffeur, came in. He smiled.

"You ready to go to school, miss?" he asked. I nodded, finishing my breakfast.

"Yes," I got up,"bye, Lilly. See you later."

"Yes, miss," she said.

"Let's go," Dave said.

"Yes, oppa," I smiled.

"Practicing you Korean again?" he asked.

"Yes, sir," I said.

He opened the door to the car. I got in. I made him play You Know Me by Tasty. I sang to what I could pronounce. When we got to school I stopped singing. I got out of the car.

"See you after school," I said.

"Yes, miss," he said.

Then it hit me. I should go to Korea! I am Korean after all, but I only speak a bit... It counts as something though. The bell rang an I ran to class. I sat in my seat. All I could think of was running away to Korea. Its my only hope.