I typed this whole thing out. Then I made a horrible mistake. I deleted this. HOW COULD I!

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Another day, another beating.

Slowly, I walked towards the dreaded school bus that was to take me back "home".

I don't even want to think about who -- I mean what is in there.

That bas*ard of a father.

With an irritated expression, I boarded the bus. No one in my class took the bus home except me. How sad.

You know what's worse?

I was adopted. By this thing. Called Lee Chunho. Oh, how digusted I was when I found out I was named after him.

He, became alcoholic after umma died. He, is abusive.

I hate him.

Soon, the bus arrived at my "house". Heck, I can't even say it's mine.

After I got off, Wooyoungie came running. He's my neighbor's Jack Russell Terrier.

"Yah! Wooyoung! Get back here!" My neighbor, the 14 year old Youngjae barked at Wooyoung.

Poor Wooyoungie hid behind my leg, whimpering.

"Shut up!" I hmphed at Youngjae and my heel with Wooyoung in my arms.

Quickly, I ran to the closest park. Wooyoung kept barking at another dog. He looked like he was in love, but he quickly tore away and returned to stare at me cutely.

"Omo! So cute!" I hugged Wooyoung. He is the cutest dog I have ever seen!

I pointed towards the dog park just ahead. At first, Wooyoung didn't know what I was talking about, but after looking, his eyes sparkled and he took off like a rocket.

I smiled and followed behind slowly, being sure to not lose Wooyoung.

Everytime Wooyoung did some kind of trick or even just jumping over the bars, he would look over at me expectantly. As usual, I smiled at him encouragingly.

Finally, Wooyoungie got tired and ran up to me. I picked him up and cuddled him.

I started to walk home.

When I got home, Wooyoung was asleep on my shoulder. Youngjae was standing in front of my door, tapping his foot with his arms crossed and an irritated expression.

"Where have you been!?!?" He woke Wooyoungie up. Wooyoung jumped out of my embrace and growled at him.

Youngjae glared at Wooyoung. I gasped and picked Wooyoungie up. How could he?

"Somewhere." I glared and went into my house with Wooyoung.

"YAH!" Youngjae chased after me, but I shut the door in his face. Wooyoung stuck his tongue out at him. Haha.

Realizing that my dad was downstairs, I tip-toed/ran to my room upstairs with Wooyoung in my arms.

I jumped on my bed, being careful to not hurt Wooyoung.

" That was dangerous, huh?"

Wooyoung arfed in response.