Jongup

(American)Age:17
Charecter Traits: He's a little cold to people who he is unfimiliar with. He doesn't smile much around loads of people, for some reason his ONLY friend Krissy makes him smile ... sometimes. Doesn't really care to much for any particular thing. Entertains himself with anything he can find... 
Race: Korean

Krissy

(American)Age: 16 3/4
Charecter Traits: She's noce for the most part but inherates her mother's LOUD MOUTH at times. Her best friend is Jongup who she won't let go of for a million bucks! Sometimes she tends to treat him like a baby. 
Race: African American/Korean

Sara:

(American)Age: 28
Charecter Traits: She's loud, roudy, and basically, just doesn't give a . She's always looking gourgus and is really into her urban style fashion. Mother of Krissy (although krissy is smarter at times) Moved to korea when Krissy was 5 years old to search (Bother) her baby daddy.

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(American) Age: 31
Charecter Traits: A angered drunkie whose even meaner when he's sobber. He's big buff, and cruel. He doesn't love anything or ANYONE including his son _________. and thinks of all females of ES. And want's his son to be more like he is.

"Krissy! Krissy!" 

Ugh, Sara's voice is the most annoying sound to hear at, what, only 3 Am in the moring? Probably going clubbing...or home from clubbing, one or the other.

"Mom, what?" I rub my eyes, appearing before her in the bathrrom.

"Help me glue on these eyelashes!" She says before sitting on the toilet seat.

"Ughhh-"

"DON'T YOU GROAN AND MOAN! BEFORE I GIVE YOU SOMETHING TO GROAN AND MOAN ABOUT.....NO HOMO!"

Ignoring her, I grab the tweezers and place it on her eyelid, yawning.

"If you want," her voice softens "I can do your eyelashes before you go to school!"

I shake my head. "Nah, that's fine."

"Why not! You don't wanna put on no make-up on to impress the boys at school."

"No!" I look at her obsurbed.

"Don't you look at me with that face!" She snaps.

"Well, it's the only face i have...." I mutter.

"DON'T YOU GET SMART WITH ME!"

"Sorry." I flinch back.

"That's what I thought!" She flips her hair "Now, do the other one."

Damn, why can't she do this by her damn self! Ugh, such a baby.

"You don't want NO make-up?" She clairifies.

"No, I don't want ANY make up." I correct her.

"Shut up!" She rolls her eyes. "I know you like ole whats his name, that one boy you be bringin over the house everday! I KNOW you have a crush on his lil ole dinky ."

"MOM!" I say embarresed, moving away from her eye.

"Mmm-Hmm, I seen the way you was looking at him all summer, he know he didn't need to take off his shirt, it wasn't that hot. And you FELL for it too, Checkin out them candy bar abs-"

"MOMM!" I say again. "I DON'T like him!"

She squints her eyes at me.

"Then how come you and him are always together!"

"Because we are FRIENDS!" 

"Mmmmm-hmmm, welll." She smacks her lips "I know one thing, you and your little "FRIEND" better not have a little "BUDDY" hidin' in that little tummy of yours."

I smack my forehead.

Living with this woman is gonna cause me to have a permenant handprint on my forehead.

"I'M NOT PREGNANT!"

"We'll see what the test says!"

"MOM! I'M NOT!!!"

"....eventually....."

"NOOOO! I will never get pregnant!"

"You better not!" She stands up. "Because I am TOOO young to be a grandmama, nu-uh." 

I squint at her and leave the bathroom "I'm going back to sleep."H