She woke up with a start and fell out her bed, landing head first. Her stupid step-brother left it on again. It was a weekend! She was a teenager who just wanted to lie in, away from school. Being seventeen meant nothing. She was up. She always got up. Her brother and his silly, annoying ideas aggravated her. He thought it was hilarious to wake her up so damn early. 6am? Seriously. With a roar, she stood boldly on her feet and stomped to her brother's room. The moment she stepped out was the moment she realised she'd wake her step-father. She would give money to not wake him up. Sounded insane, but she would have prefered if he never woke up again. She had way too much hatred for the jerk to like him at all. She didn't care her mother remarried him. He was such an .

She realised she was now standing in a freeze-frame like a silly girl. She turned her head, keeping her silly pose, towards her mother's and Jerk's room. The door was open. The Jerk was standing there staring at her with his usual 'You're-Such-A-Waste-Of-Space' look. She closed her eyes and took in a deep breath. She opened her eyes to see him still standing there, staring at her. His eyes needed to be plucked out and fed to some rats. She made her annoying-smirk- face that he definitely abhored. It would piss him off, definitely. She was still in her running-pose, but she didn't care. Even that would agitate him.

"Your alarm woke me up." His boring, monotone - voice breathed out. From where she was standing, she could smell the bad, bad, bad, bad breath that made her want to puke. His breath honestly smelt of alcohol and baby sick; the worst combination in the world. His teeth were also disgusting; a pale shade of yellow. The sight of him. The idea of thinking about him. Him talking. That Jerk breathing. All of it pissed her off. Who was he to ask why her alarm woke him up? He did not need to get out of bed, stare at her and breathe on her.

"Well tell your son to never put it on!" She moaned back, standing normally and acting stroppy. This would also help add to his anger. She really didn't understand why she had to put up with him. He was the meaning of Jerk. He was a waste of space. She briefly remembered trying to like him. His attitude towards her had never changed the whole time. She had lived with him for ten years since her parents divorced. At the time, she wanted to live with her mother. Daughter and mother. It made sense compared to 'Daughter and Father'. At the time she had no idea her mother, Park Bom and her step-father Park Jungshin actually had an affair and that was the reason of their divorce. She was only 5. She loved her father though. She couldn’t stand Jungshin.

“Stay away from my son, Nara.” Jungshin breathed again. Nara just rolled her eyes and stared at the Jerk. How pathetic. She never liked this house, this family, the whole idea of living with Jungshin or her mother. She did not want to be near their son, Luhan. Pathetic. When her own mother gave birth to the spoilt crap, they conjoined their names.. Why would they do that? The tone that Jungshin used was terribly annoying. She had put up with so much from him. She had had enough; enough of his breath polluting the world and killing it. The Earth was probably dying because it knew he was coming, and it would continue to die because the walked on it. She just wanted to destroy the man she hated more than anything else in the whole world, universe, time and space and way, way beyond.

“You want me to stay away from Luhan?” She began, aggressively walking up to the Jerk with wide, rage-filled eyes. She managed to live through his bull and nature. She hated every damn second of it. “Sure, I’ll stay away from that crap!” She bobbed her tongue out straight out to his face, towering against him, smirking at his ty face. He resembled the ballet teacher in that creepy Japanese film she once watched; Audition. It just made her want to puke all over him. She laughed inside. That wouldn’t affect him anyway. He stank whether he showered or put on aftershave. He was the smelliest, freakiest, meanest person Nara had met.

With that, she pulled away from him and marched to Luahn’s room. He was five years younger than her at twelve, but he was also exactly like the Jerk. He always pranked Nara and made her get up in the weekends. She had waited for the best opportune moment for so long and she knew this was it. The best time to get revenge for everything in the past. She knew Jungshin was still watching her from behind, probably getting madder by the millisecond. She reached her brother’s door and twisted the handle. She the door open so that it banged hard against his wardrobe. The noise made Luhan jump in fright. The next second, Nara plucked up some of her annoyance and pushed him off his bed so far he landed against the wall with his window against it, far back. He landed with a thump and a shriek.

The next second, Jungshin had pounded into the room. He grabbed Nara’s wrist tightly and dragged her harshly out of the room. Nara lost her balance and fell. Her bum and legs faced carpet burn that hurt her too much. She yelled out in pain loudly, literally screeching. Jungshin yanked her forward so she faced him. He spread out his hand far behind his own back and swung it full force against her poor face, making her fly back against the walls of the corridor. The force knocked air out of Nara’s lungs. Her face was striken with panic as he continued his assault, landing infront of her. He lunged his hand towards her hair and pulled a bundle of her hair straight out leaving her head throbbing pacingly.

Nara caught her breath and with her own haste to protect herself, she kicked her legs out as hard as she could. She knew she was positioned just above the stairs. She managed to pull out her own pride and smirk as he was back down the stairs. She didn’t even bother to see how the he landed. She pretty much wished that the fall killed him. She stood up again as if nothing had happened and slowly walked into her room uncaringly. She pulled out her own suitcase from under her bed. Her real father had given it to her before her mother ruthlessly cut him out of her life. Little did the -of-a-mother know that her father had slipped his mobile number in the suitcase. The little piece of paper was the best thing Nara had ever treasured. No one in the whole house knew she had it. She didn’t dare to ring it in case it caused her trouble. She always had waited for an opportune moment. This was it.

She approached her wardrobe and opened the doors. She threw all her clothes into the suitcase uncaringly and lifted it up towards her desk. She piled in her school books, old photo frames and her makeup. She went to her bed and picked up her phone. She had secretly kept her dad’s number in there as ‘JanJan’… a made-up name that her mother didn’t suspect. Not that she had anything to suspect anyway, but Nara couldn’t take any chances. She had never, ever phoned it, but she knew it would work. Today was the day she’d ring it.

“NARA YOU !” Luhan’s voice cried in panic behind her. Nara chuckled. She knew that Luhan would not bother her knowing what she was really capable of. He wouldn’t even think of daring. That’s why his pathetic little curse was yelled out. Ha. Ha. So pathetic. She heard a fresh pair of feet move in the corridor. Her useless mother was out of bed. Meh. She did not even give a tiny, baby piece of . Her mother then cried out behind her and rushed down the steps. Nara simply smiled.

She finally hit the dial number. In seconds, the phone rang on her own, precious mobile that she loved. She was lucky she did the papers to get the money. Her ‘parents’ would never give her a phone. She didn’t even have any kind of computer.

“NARA! I LOVE YOU, I’VE BEEN WAITING FOR YOU! JUST WAIT THERE. I’LL PICK YOU UP!” Her familiar father’s voice cheerfully called out. Nara was utterly confused. He was awake at 6am and seemed to have expected the call. Nara had no idea how to react. She was over-filled with happiness.

Then the phone cut off. Nara stared at it. She gaped at it. She shook it a little. She lifted it into the air. She put it to her ear. She dropped it and picked it up. She fell to the floor in despair. All along her father had given the number to . Maybe he wanted her to feel pain that he felt. Maybe this whole thing was actually a massive prank made by Jungshin. Her life was therefore… a joke. It held no meaning. Maybe…

It was 6am. 6am. Early time. You would not expect to hear a helicopter fly overhead at this time. It was unusual. Far from unusual. Nara suspiciously headed to the curtains. Then panicked. Her mind lit alight. It was definitely the police out to get her for pushing her of a step-father- wait. She called him an in her mind. Maybe they could read her mind. She was going to prison for life. She would never see the light of day. Her life… was over and it hadn’t even started.

She could clearly see it. It was getting close to their house. Closer. Closer. Awkwardly and  slowly, as if not to cause a panic, she shut the curtains and stepped back. She entered her bed and hid under the duvet. If it was true that duvets could save you from anything in the world, then this was the time to prove it. The powerful duvet needed to let it’s power shine.

“NARA, WHAT IS THAT?” Her mother shrieked from downstairs. Her brother, Luhan ran into Nara’s bedroom and hid under the duvet with her. Nara had the ultimate chance to push him off again. She did. It occurred to her. If her mother had no idea why a helicopter was approaching them, then it wasn’t the police. But her mind contradicted itself. Perhaps Jungshin was a secret agent; a spy, who could use his mind to get the police to arrest Nara. Nara wimpered and clutched her duvet harder. She could hear her brother run into his room. She imagined him like a headless chicken. She then thought this was the worst time for her mind to drift off.

… DING DONG DING DONG. DONG DONG DONG DING.

The bell rang. It actually rang. What was this!? The helicopter that was frightening loud was terrifying enough. Now a doorbell. Nara jumped out her bed and grabbed her suitcase. She had to escape the police. That was the only way. She took a deep, deep breath and lifted her suitcase in the air. She slipped her slippers on and ran down the steps at full charge towards the door. She stomped on Jungshin’s stomach as she ran on purpose. He was pathetic enough to be lying on the floor like a sleeping dog. Except his eyes were open, staring at the door with fear. She barged open the door and used her suitcase as a weapon, whacking it against the person’s face, knocking them back. The man had shades on with a black suit on. He was terrifying. A SPY.

Nara shrieked and ran down the road, escaping the spy. She knew the helicopter was over head. It followed her as she dashed down the road in her slippers and pajamas. She was so indecent it was shocking. Her slippers fell off as she ran away and she threw her suitcase as it was slowing her down. She glimpsed behind her to see the man she had knocked down was chasing her and had picked up her slippers and her suitcase. He was well-built and seemed like a monster. Nara shrieked louder and ran faster.

A Mercedes suddenly popped out infront of her and the doors swung open. Someone’s strong arms grabbed her and pulled her in like crazy. She tried to escape but the man behind her entered and shoved her in. The door closed behind her.

“Drive.” The man who pulled her in ordered emotionlessly. Nara instantly assumed they were going to kill her or something. Maybe Jungshin was a leader of organised crime! Maybe because she had attacked- wait. She realised that the Jerk was fearful when the door rang. For a brief second, she tried to make sense of the situation. And remembered her dad’s call.

“I’LL PICK YOU UP!” He had said. Nara’s eyes widened in complete shock. Was he in the car?! Then what the hell was the helicopter about!? In fact, how did her find her so fast? In fact, who the hell were the men?! What on Earth was going on? Was this a dream? What is reality? What is life? The meaning of life must be pointless...

“Lift us up.” The driver spoke into a walkie-talkie. There was a loud shudder as something hit the roof of the vehicle. Nara fearfully looked out and screamed as the Mercedes was lifted off the road. She, in her blind panic, passed out.

This is going to be the first stop of a long train ride. Mwhahahahha. Written by Chullys today ^.^ Thanks for reading ;D We need a poster.