-Ivy's POV-

"Socks, underwear, tee-shirts..."

I look trough my suitcase, making sure every thing is there. Did I pack enough? Hmmm...

"Ivy are you doing your home wor-"
I turn and see my father standing by my door.
"Ivy... what are you doing?" my father asks looking at my suitcase on my bed.
"I uh..."
He sighs, "What is this?" he asks and walks up to my suitcase.
I swallow and look away. What do I say??? I can't tell him.
"Ivy. Answer me." he demands.
"Hey, honey can you help me with... what's this?"
I rub my face... great, my mother is here now. Aish.
She walks beside my father and crosses her arms.
"I... want to go to Korea and live my dream father..." I say and look at him, scared for his response.
He says and rubs his cheeks.
"What dream Ivy? Is it that crazy audition???" he asks.
I look at my mom and she puts her hands on her hips while looking at me.
"Y-yes... and it's not crazy..." I say trying to keep calm. My father kneels down on his left knee while resting one hand on my bed.
"Ivy... how many times do we have to tell you... this cannot be a dream. Its silly and stupid. Do you understand? You cannot make a living off of this!"
I look down and clench my jaw. I look up at him,
"Who's 'we'? Mother do you think its a good idea?" I look up at her and she looks away.
"I already told you... It is stupid." She's says a-Ivy's POV-

"Socks, underwear, tee-shirts..."
I look trough my suitcase, making sure every thing is there. Did I pack enough? Hmmm...
"Ivy are you doing your home wor-"
I turn and see my father standing by my door.
"Ivy... what are you doing?" my father asks looking at my suitcase on my bed.
"I uh..."
He sighs, "What is this?" he asks and walks up to my suitcase.
I swallow and look away. What do I say??? I can't tell him.
"Ivy. Answer me." he demands.
"Hey, honey can you help me with... what's this?"
I rub my face... great, my mother is here now. Aish.
She walks beside my father and crosses her arms.
"I... want to go to Korea and live my dream father..." I say and look at him, scared for his response.
He says and rubs his cheeks.
"What dream Ivy? Is it that crazy audition???" he asks.
I look at my mom and she puts her hands on her hips while looking at me.
"Y-yes... and it's not crazy..." I say trying to keep calm. My father kneels down on his left knee while resting one hand on my bed.
"Ivy... how many times do we have to tell you... this cannot be a dream. Its silly and stupid. Do you understand? You cannot make a living off of this!"
I look down and clench my jaw. I look up at him,
"Who's 'we'? Mother do you think its a good idea?" I look up at her and she looks away.
"I already told you... It is stupid." She's says and sighs.
Anger builds up in me and I stand up and zip up my suitcase.
"It's not stupid." I say and grab the handle of my suitcase.
My father looks at me and sighs.
"You will never make it. You will fail." he says and points his finger at my chest.
My eyes get teary and I slap his finger away. Why did I do that?
"I will make it. I am leaving." I say and pull my suitcase out of my room.
"Ivy come back here right now! How will you get there you silly fool?!" my father yells
I hold back my tears and pick up my speed. I will not listen to him. I want to be a dancer and I am not going to let any one stop me. I leave my house and shiver as the chilly night air that blows around me. Yes, I am crazy. An eighteen year old Canadian girl flying to Seoul Korea all by herself. I laugh a little and straighten my posture. I have to work on that... Dancers have a nice posture and it has to be noticible. I stand by my fence and wait for my taxi. I planned everything, I am totally prepared. I fix my skirt around my waist and lean against the fence. My parents are probably worried sick. I laugh again, yeah right. I sigh and stare off in the distance.
HONK
I jump put of my trance and see my taxi. I wave at the driver and open the trunk. I throw my suitcase in and close it.
"Okay." I say and sit in the back seat.
"To airport?" the taxi man asks as he looks at me through the rear view mirror.
"Ah yes." I reply and buckle my seat belt. I lean against the car door and look out the window and zone out... again.
"Miss, hey miss!"
"Wha- oh... sorry... yes?" I ask the taxi man and look at him. Has he been calling me this whole time?
"Ah, I was wondering... why you want to go to airport all by self? You are young yes?" he asks as he makes a turn.
"I guess... I am eighteen..." I sigh and look at my hands, "I will be flying to Korea... to fulfill my dream to be a perfessional performer." I say and smile. I look up at the rear view mirror when I hear him laugh.
"Young children... you really think you should do this?" he asks while making another turn.
Do I look like a failure? Why is every one doubting me... I clear my throat
"Yes, yes I do." I say and look at a stop light.

He laughs again. I clench my jaw and grab my iPod from my bag. I plug in my ear buds and press shuffle. People these days... I rest my head on the glass window and close my eyes. Hmm SHINee... I pat my legs to the beat of the song, dream girl. I tried learning the dance... but I can't get it right. I sigh and slowly fall asleep.nd sighs.
Anger builds up in me and I stand up and zip up my suitcase.
"It's not stupid." I say and grab the handle of my suitcase.
My father looks at me and sighs.
"You will never

make it. You will fail." he says and points his finger at my chest.
My eyes get teary and I slap his finger away. Why did I do that?
"I will make it. I am leaving." I say and pull my suitcase out of my room.
"Ivy come back here right now! How will you get there you silly fool?!" my father yells
I hold back my tears and pick up my speed. I will not listen to him. I want to be a dancer and I am not going to let any one stop me. I leave my house and shiver as the chilly night air that blows around me. Yes, I am crazy. An eighteen year old Canadian girl flying to Seoul Korea all by herself. I laugh a little and straighten my posture. I have to work on that... Dancers have a nice posture and it has to be noticible. I stand by my fence and wait for my taxi. I planned everything, I am totally prepared. I fix my skirt around my waist and lean against the fence. My parents are probably worried sick. I laugh again, yeah right. I sigh and stare off in the distance.
HONK
I jump put of my trance and see my taxi. I wave at the driver and open the trunk. I throw my suitcase in and close it.
"Okay." I say and sit in the back seat.
"To airport?" the taxi man asks as he looks at me through the rear view mirror.
"Ah yes." I reply and buckle my seat belt. I lean against the car door and look out the window and zone out... again.
"Miss, hey miss!"
"Wha- oh... sorry... yes?" I ask the taxi man and look at him. Has he been calling me this whole time?
"Ah, I was wondering... why you want to go to airport all by self? You are young yes?" he asks as he makes a turn.
"I guess... I am eighteen..." I sigh and look at my hands, "I will be flying to Korea... to fulfill my dream to be a perfessional performer." I say and smile. I look up at the rear view mirror when I hear him laugh.
"Young children... you really think you should do this?" he asks while making another turn.
Do I look like a failure? Why is every one doubting me... I clear my throat
"Yes, yes I do." I say and look at a stop light.
He laughs again. I clench my jaw and grab my iPod from my bag. I plug in my ear buds and press shuffle. People these days... I rest my head on the glass window and close my eyes. Hmm SHINee... I pat my legs to the beat of the song, dream girl. I tried learning the dance... but I can't get it right. I sigh and slowly fall asleep.

A/N: Kehe, what do you guys think for the first chapter? Should I continue? Lalalala ^^