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“Sure” I said.

 

“Just kidding wench,” CL-roo grinned. “I’m pretty busy with my science project due next Wednesday.”

 

“But it would really do us good if you try it, Dee.” Minki stated matter-of-factly.

 

. . .

 

As soon as lunch break was over, I pushed CL-roo’s and Minki’s stupid suggestion out of my mind. In fact, I pushed the whole freaking idea of English essay out of my mind because I didn’t like writing essays and I was never sure how to start doing the research.

 

 

Someday, I thought, in the next couple of weeks, I would think of a topic and go down to the library, but not right then.

 

 

 

Last period of my day I had Japanese lesson. It was my favorite class – not because I was very good at it, but because a student named Lee Seunggi was the aide for the class. He was supercute with big brown eyes and a very minute dimple that was seldom for guys.

 

 

I spent most of time staring at him every class, wondering how could I get him to notice me among all the girls in the class.

 

 

I went in for my usual staring session that day, but it seemed more hopeless than ever that he would notice me. Kim Tae Hee, a bouncy, very elegant girl in the front row, had told him that she just didn’t understand irregular verbs, and Seunggi didn’t seem to mind helping her.

 

 

 

I watched their backs as Seunggi bent low over her desk. Every now and then Tae Hee gazed up into his eyes and said, “Oh, now I get it – I think! Just tell me once more.”

 

 

Stupid, dumb, creep, I thought, frowning at her back. Anyone can tell she’s throwing her freaking self at him.

 

 

But he seems to be enjoying it, I had to admit to admit to myself. He seems to be falling for it.

 

Argh! Life! Tell me more about it…

 

 

He fell for it so well that he walked Tae Hee to her locker after class. I could see them disappearing down the hall together, walking so close to each other that they looked like a two headed person.

 

 

Well, so much for Seunggi, I thought, sighing. Why couldn’t that have been me? I’m not bad looking – in fact, bragging aside, I’m really just as pretty as Tae Hee. But there’s no way I could ever have acted like that to get a guy notice me. I’m just not that kind of person.

 

 

I could imagine CL-roo saying, “If you had done your research properly, you would know hundred and twenty-one ways to make a guy interested in you.”

 

 

 

I was smiling to myself as I came out of the building. A noisy group was crossing the school yard in front of me. The soccer team was going out to practice.

 

 

They were already in uniform and carrying their soccer ball (or the er ball, courtesy of CL-roo). Some of the cheerleaders were walking with them, laughing loudly and shouting out jokes as they walked.

 

 

A petite blonde hair took one of the boys by the hand and dragged him forward. They all made it look so easy to get along with boys.

 

 

“Way number one – become a cheerleader,” I said to myself.

 

That would only leave a hundred and twenty ways for me! But sadly, I remembered. Anyone who had ever watched me leaping and kicking would know instantly that I wouldn’t make a cheerleading squad.

 

 

So how will I ever meet boys? I wondered as I boarded the green bus and headed out towards our neighborhood.

 

 

Maybe, CL-roo’s idea wasn’t so bad after all. I got Minki and her to help me come up with suggestions, one of them would have to work!

 

 

What’s more, I could have CL-roo and Minki try them out for me first! After all, they had volunteered to help me with my research! Kekeke.

 

 

Down toward the sea, the fog was already rolling in, as it did in most late afternoons here in our neighborhood. As I looked out ahead of me, it seemed as if someone had a taken a giant eraser and suddenly blotted out a line of landscape.

 

 

 

My house was down in the blotted-out part. I jumped off the bus and shivered as I walked two blocks home. Once the fog came in, it got cold really quickly.

 

 

 

My mother’s car wasn’t parked outside the house, which meant she was still at school. With any luck, I would have the house to myself for a while and I could have a whole popper full of popcorn without sharing it with my step-brother Seunghyun or with Jiyong, either.

 

 

Eomma re-married when we lost my father in an air crash. I was only four back then. I grew to love my step-father anyways, since he practically raised me with eomma.

 

I only have one step-brother, thank heavens! He’s a senior now and thinks he’s very superior to me. He bullies me every time, saying that eomma loves him more than me. I usually get angry at him and cry but he’d always treat me an ice cream in return. I guessed I learned to get used to him and his antics as time went by.

 

 

We grew together. He was a caring brother to me, nevertheless. Though he doesn’t show it, I know how he cared.

 

But he and Jiyong, his best friend, never fail to tease me and treat me like a little kid. In fact, the only good thing I like about my step-brother is that he likes animals even more than I do, especially rabbit. Oh, I remember! He used to call me Ssantokki, or little rabbit when we were small.

 

 

 

We’ve never been allowed to have a dog or a cat, or even a cute little rabbit, unlike Jiyong who has Gaho – his dog. Stupid name, yes. If I had a cat, I’d named him Dadong – soo cute! Well, anyways, we couldn’t. My step-father claims he’s allergic to dog and cat fur.

 

Actually, this has never been proven. Seunghyun-oppa and I are sure it is just an excuse not to let us have animals around the house. My step-father doesn’t like animals, oppa said so. Appa is a neat-freak and was raised in a household where you could take the white glove test any day. His parents were very well-ordered people. They always eat lunch exactly as the clock strikes twelve, and they always eat dinner precisely at seven.

They’ll even turn off an exciting television program to eat on the proper time and wouldn’t dream of eating on a tray in front of the TV set or even the computer (which was my strange habit by the way).

 

 

Appa has tried to educate eomma into being this orderly, but she’s just the opposite. Mom is vague and sloppy and sometimes will be enjoying a book so much that she forgets to put dinner on at all.

 

Nobody has any idea why our parents got married. They have nothing in common – except that, for some strange reason, they seem to love each other a lot. Appa has gotten used to eomma by now, but he still complains about her sometimes.

 

 

At least eomma backed him up by not allowing us a cat or a dog.

 

“Think of your Appa’s allergies,” she had said. “You don’t want him to sneeze and itch at all times, do you?”

 

 

But she obviously felt sorry for us. So she’d allowed me and oppa to sneak in all kinds of other, less noticeable pets.

 

 

We had started off with goldfish, moved up to turtles, and now Seunghyun-oppa has iguana and boa constrictor in his room, which Appa has been forced to allow because neither animal has any fur, and nobody in the world is allergic to them – except when swallowed.

 

  

 

I had a hermit crab, named Hershey, but luckily it had been so stupid that it knocked over its food bowl each day and soon starved to death.

 

I say luckily because I didn’t realize until I got it home how scared of it I was. I used to hate to put my hand into its terrarium and see those legs scrambling toward me!

 

 

 

As soon as I opened the front door, I realized I was not going to have any peace that afternoon, nor any popcorn to myself. I could hear oppa’s voice in the dining room, and then I heard Jiyong’s.

 

But what they were doing I couldn’t guess.

 

 

“Oh, come on, Eun hye, just for me, please,” Seunghyun-oppa was coaxing in his deep baritone voice.  

 

“C’mon, it’s alright. Don’t be shy,” said Jiyong.

 

“Well, if you won’t play. I know Eun mi will,” oppa said huffily. “Go ahead, grab her Ji!”

 

 

Omo. There are pretty girls in the house. I snickered at the thought.

 

 

I crept around the sofa and table in absolute silence. I had no idea what I was going to find when I reach the boys.

 

Perhaps it’d be something I could blackmail oppa with whenever I needed a favor.

 

 

It was totally quite as I approached the entrance to the dining room. Whatever was going on in there, the girls were not protesting.

 

 

Very carefully, I inched opened the door. The first thing that struck me was a new and strange smell.

 

 

 

Then I peeped around the door, I saw that the entire dining table was covered by a huge cardboard box. I could see Seunghyun oppa’s head and Ji’s blonde hair peering into it.

 

 

I couldn’t stand the suspense any longer.

 

 

“What on earth is going on?” I demanded, half-yelling.

 

 

They both jump very satisfactorily. Kekeke.

 

 

“Now look what you’ve done, pabo,” oppa said, frowning as he looked up to me. “You’ve ruined the whole thing Dara. You scared her and made her forget. We’d better start again with Eun hye, Ji.”

 

 

Geez, he sounded so mad at me. What did I ruin that’s oh-so-important?

 

 

Jiyong looked up at me and grinned. “You’d better not come any closer,” he warned. “or you’ll screamed and make them die of heart attack.”

 

“Why would I scream?” I asked, pushing my way toward the table.

 

“Because there are mice in here,” Jiyong replied. “All girls are terrified of mice, aren’t they?”

 

 

I walked right up to the box and peered in. Three white mice looked up at me from a little cage, and a gray one was shuffling around in a homemade maze. I reached down and petted it.

 

 

 

“Just another one of your stupid beliefs, Kwon Jiyong,” I said. “I happen to like mice - and all creatures great and small.

 

“Except hermit crabs,” Jiyong said, giving me a triumphant grin.

 

“How did you know about that?” I queried.

I had been sure nobody else knew I was frightened of Hershey. I had always put on a great show of bravery whenever I picked him up.

 

 

Jiyong laughed. “You should have seen your face when you held him. It looked like this.”

And he crinkled up his nose and rolled his eyes until I had to laugh, too.

 

“I never knew she was afraid of Hershey,” Seunghyun-oppa said. “But I do know she’s not afraid of mice. She brought one home from kindergarten once. Appa nearly had a heart attack.”

 

“Then you’d better get rid of these in a hurry,” I told him.

 

“I can’t get rid of them,” he replied. “They’re our science experiment. We’ve got them for six weeks. Eomma said it was okay.”

 

“Eomma said it was okay?” I echoed.

I couldn’t imagine how our mother would have agreed to a tableful of mice. 

 

“Sure,” Seunghyun-oppa said, his mouth twitching in a smile. “I waited until she was doing her homework, and then I asked her, and she said ‘Okay honey.’ I know she didn’t really hear me.”

 

“Well, you’d better move them off the table by the time Appa gets home,” I warned. “Send them to Ji’s house.”

 

“We can’t,” Seunghyun-oppa said, looking at me as if I was stupid. “That’s why they’re here – because Ji’s mother said they’d be allowed in her house only over her dead body.”

 

“Then take them into your room, oppa.”

 

“There’s not enough space to set up the maze,” he explained. “I’m going to keep the mice in my room at night, but I’ll need to leave the maze here until were done.”

 

“Appa’s not going to like it,” I reminded him.

 

“Oh, he’ll recede anyway. Mice are sweet and smart creatures,” my brother said confidently, picking up the gray one and letting it nuzzle his cheek. “Here, wanna hold it?” he asked, handing me the mouse.

 

 

I took it and tickled it behind the ears, feeling it relax in my hand.

 

“Hey, how ’bout that!” Jiyong exclaimed. “Can you see any of the girls we know holding a mouse without making a fuss about it? How about Sohee?”   

 

Seunghyun-oppa started to laugh. “Or Kiko? Do you remember that time Kiko sat down on the ants’ nest?”

 

 

 

They both started cracking up like idiots. How either one of them gets a girlfriend, I’ll never know, I thought.

 

 

Then an idea began to grow in my mind. They were both boys weren’t they? And weird as they were, they both managed to get girls to look at them. Maybe they could give me some good ideas for my paper.

 

 

“Listen, you guys,” I said, returning the mouse to its maze. “I’m going to need your help.”

 

Jiyong said “Count me out” at the same time that oppa said, “Forget it.”

 

 

I pouted. They’re really mean.

 

 

“It’s nothing terrible,” I said, trying my hardest to glare at them. “I just want to get some freaking suggestions from you on how to meet boys.”

 

 

 

Jiyong and Seunghyun-oppa exchanged a very amused glance.

 

 

“You want to meet boys?” oppa asked, snickering.

 

 

I felt offended.

 

 

“And what’s so strange about that?” I replied loftily. “I am a lady, you know. It’s about time I went out on dates and things.

 

 

Both of them snorted loudly.

 

 

“Who’d want to date a little kid like you?” Seunghyun-oppa asked.

 

“Oh, I don’t know,” Jiyong remarked. “There must be some guys in the world who are that desperate!”

 

 

Damn.

 

 

“For your information,” I said evenly. “I am now a mature sophomore. Not only that but I am an attractive and intelligent lady, and by the end of this year, the boys will be lining up outside the house to date me.”

 

 

 

I tuned and swept from the room to their loud laughter. I’ll show them, I thought. I’ll go ahead with this freaking English thing. I’ll do a lot of research and try out lots of ways to meet boys. One of them is bound to work. I can just see their faces when I walked past them with my cute new boyfriend! Hah! That’ll serve them right!

 

 

 

I went up to my room and took out some binder paper.

On the first sheet I wrote a heading: “One Hundred And Twenty-one Ways to Meet A Boy in Seven Weeks,” by Sandara Park.

 

 

 

I tilted my head to the side a bit, staring at the title.

 

 

Then I decided that “A Boy” was too vague. After all I didn’t want to meet anyone as childish as Seunghyun-oppa and Jiyong. I meant a cute guy, a mature one.

A guy who was fun to be with and easy to talk to.

 

 

One that could pass out the standard of the ideal.

 

 

 

I crossed out the “A Boy” and wrote “Mr. Right”.  

 

 

Yeah, that’ll be good.

 

 

 

 

 

 

~oo0oo~

 

Annyeong Yeorobun! Thank you very much on your comments in the previous chapter.

 

 

Till next update!

Keke. Spread the happiness! Kampai!

Kamsahamnida for reading! And Saranghae yeorobun!

 

Sincere love,

~Crazy Appler Choi Yonggie^^~“Sure” I said.

 

“Just kidding wench,” CL-roo grinned. “I’m pretty busy with my science project due next Wednesday.”

 

“But it would really do us good if you try it, Dee.” Minki stated matter-of-factly.

 

. . .

 

As soon as lunch break was over, I pushed CL-roo’s and Minki’s stupid suggestion out of my mind. In fact, I pushed the whole freaking idea of English essay out of my mind because I didn’t like writing essays and I was never sure how to start doing the research.

 

 

Someday, I thought, in the next couple of weeks, I would think of a topic and go down to the library, but not right then.

 

 

 

Last period of my day I had Japanese lesson. It was my favorite class – not because I was very good at it, but because a student named Lee Seunggi was the aide for the class. He was supercute with big brown eyes and a very minute dimple that was seldom for guys.

 

 

I spent most of time staring at him every class, wondering how could I get him to notice me among all the girls in the class.

 

 

I went in for my usual staring session that day, but it seemed more hopeless than ever that he would notice me. Kim Tae Hee, a bouncy, very elegant girl in the front row, had told him that she just didn’t understand irregular verbs, and Seunggi didn’t seem to mind helping her.

 

 

 

I watched their backs as Seunggi bent low over her desk. Every now and then Tae Hee gazed up into his eyes and said, “Oh, now I get it – I think! Just tell me once more.”

 

 

Stupid, dumb, creep, I thought, frowning at her back. Anyone can tell she’s throwing her freaking self at him.

 

 

But he seems to be enjoying it, I had to admit to admit to myself. He seems to be falling for it.

 

Argh! Life! Tell me more about it…

 

 

He fell for it so well that he walked Tae Hee to her locker after class. I could see them disappearing down the hall together, walking so close to each other that they looked like a two headed person.

 

 

Well, so much for Seunggi, I thought, sighing. Why couldn’t that have been me? I’m not bad looking – in fact, bragging aside, I’m really just as pretty as Tae Hee. But there’s no way I could ever have acted like that to get a guy notice me. I’m just not that kind of person.

 

 

I could imagine CL-roo saying, “If you had done your research properly, you would know hundred and twenty-one ways to make a guy interested in you.”

 

 

 

I was smiling to myself as I came out of the building. A noisy group was crossing the school yard in front of me. The soccer team was going out to practice.

 

 

They were already in uniform and carrying their soccer ball (or the er ball, courtesy of CL-roo). Some of the cheerleaders were walking with them, laughing loudly and shouting out jokes as they walked.

 

 

A petite blonde hair took one of the boys by the hand and dragged him forward. They all made it look so easy to get along with boys.

 

 

“Way number one – become a cheerleader,” I said to myself.

 

That would only leave a hundred and twenty ways for me! But sadly, I remembered. Anyone who had ever watched me leaping and kicking would know instantly that I wouldn’t make a cheerleading squad.

 

 

So how will I ever meet boys? I wondered as I boarded the green bus and headed out towards our neighborhood.

 

 

Maybe, CL-roo’s idea wasn’t so bad after all. I got Minki and her to help me come up with suggestions, one of them would have to work!

 

 

What’s more, I could have CL-roo and Minki try them out for me first! After all, they had volunteered to help me with my research! Kekeke.

 

 

Down toward the sea, the fog was already rolling in, as it did in most late afternoons here in our neighborhood. As I looked out ahead of me, it seemed as if someone had a taken a giant eraser and suddenly blotted out a line of landscape.

 

 

 

My house was down in the blotted-out part. I jumped off the bus and shivered as I walked two blocks home. Once the fog came in, it got cold really quickly.

 

 

 

My mother’s car wasn’t parked outside the house, which meant she was still at school. With any luck, I would have the house to myself for a while and I could have a whole popper full of popcorn without sharing it with my step-brother Seunghyun or with Jiyong, either.

 

 

Eomma re-married when we lost my father in an air crash. I was only four back then. I grew to love my step-father anyways, since he practically raised me with eomma.

 

I only have one step-brother, thank heavens! He’s a senior now and thinks he’s very superior to me. He bullies me every time, saying that eomma loves him more than me. I usually get angry at him and cry but he’d always treat me an ice cream in return. I guessed I learned to get used to him and his antics as time went by.

 

 

We grew together. He was a caring brother to me, nevertheless. Though he doesn’t show it, I know how he cared.

 

But he and Jiyong, his best friend, never fail to tease me and treat me like a little kid. In fact, the only good thing I like about my step-brother is that he likes animals even more than I do, especially rabbit. Oh, I remember! He used to call me Ssantokki, or little rabbit when we were small.

 

 

 

We’ve never been allowed to have a dog or a cat, or even a cute little rabbit, unlike Jiyong who has Gaho – his dog. Stupid name, yes. If I had a cat, I’d named him Dadong – soo cute! Well, anyways, we couldn’t. My step-father claims he’s allergic to dog and cat fur.

 

Actually, this has never been proven. Seunghyun-oppa and I are sure it is just an excuse not to let us have animals around the house. My step-father doesn’t like animals, oppa said so. Appa is a neat-freak and was raised in a household where you could take the white glove test any day. His parents were very well-ordered people. They always eat lunch exactly as the clock strikes twelve, and they always eat dinner precisely at seven.

They’ll even turn off an exciting television program to eat on the proper time and wouldn’t dream of eating on a tray in front of the TV set or even the computer (which was my strange habit by the way).

 

 

Appa has tried to educate eomma into being this orderly, but she’s just the opposite. Mom is vague and sloppy and sometimes will be enjoying a book so much that she forgets to put dinner on at all.

 

Nobody has any idea why our parents got married. They have nothing in common – except that, for some strange reason, they seem to love each other a lot. Appa has gotten used to eomma by now, but he still complains about her sometimes.

 

 

At least eomma backed him up by not allowing us a cat or a dog.

 

“Think of your Appa’s allergies,” she had said. “You don’t want him to sneeze and itch at all times, do you?”

 

 

But she obviously felt sorry for us. So she’d allowed me and oppa to sneak in all kinds of other, less noticeable pets.

 

 

We had started off with goldfish, moved up to turtles, and now Seunghyun-oppa has iguana and boa constrictor in his room, which Appa has been forced to allow because neither animal has any fur, and nobody in the world is allergic to them – except when swallowed.

 

  

 

I had a hermit crab, named Hershey, but luckily it had been so stupid that it knocked over its food bowl each day and soon starved to death.

 

I say luckily because I didn’t realize until I got it home how scared of it I was. I used to hate to put my hand into its terrarium and see those legs scrambling toward me!

 

 

 

As soon as I opened the front door, I realized I was not going to have any peace that afternoon, nor any popcorn to myself. I could hear oppa’s voice in the dining room, and then I heard Jiyong’s.

 

But what they were doing I couldn’t guess.

 

 

“Oh, come on, Eun hye, just for me, please,” Seunghyun-oppa was coaxing in his deep baritone voice.  

 

“C’mon, it’s alright. Don’t be shy,” said Jiyong.

 

“Well, if you won’t play. I know Eun mi will,” oppa said huffily. “Go ahead, grab her Ji!”

 

 

Omo. There are pretty girls in the house. I snickered at the thought.

 

 

I crept around the sofa and table in absolute silence. I had no idea what I was going to find when I reach the boys.

 

Perhaps it’d be something I could blackmail oppa with whenever I needed a favor.

 

 

It was totally quite as I approached the entrance to the dining room. Whatever was going on in there, the girls were not protesting.

 

 

Very carefully, I inched opened the door. The first thing that struck me was a new and strange smell.

 

 

 

Then I peeped around the door, I saw that the entire dining table was covered by a huge cardboard box. I could see Seunghyun oppa’s head and Ji’s blonde hair peering into it.

 

 

I couldn’t stand the suspense any longer.

 

 

“What on earth is going on?” I demanded, half-yelling.

 

 

They both jump very satisfactorily. Kekeke.

 

 

“Now look what you’ve done, pabo,” oppa said, frowning as he looked up to me. “You’ve ruined the whole thing Dara. You scared her and made her forget. We’d better start again with Eun hye, Ji.”

 

 

Geez, he sounded so mad at me. What did I ruin that’s oh-so-important?

 

 

Jiyong looked up at me and grinned. “You’d better not come any closer,” he warned. “or you’ll screamed and make them die of heart attack.”

 

“Why would I scream?” I asked, pushing my way toward the table.

 

“Because there are mice in here,” Jiyong replied. “All girls are terrified of mice, aren’t they?”

 

 

I walked right up to the box and peered in. Three white mice looked up at me from a little cage, and a gray one was shuffling around in a homemade maze. I reached down and petted it.

 

 

 

“Just another one of your stupid beliefs, Kwon Jiyong,” I said. “I happen to like mice - and all creatures great and small.

 

“Except hermit crabs,” Jiyong said, giving me a triumphant grin.

 

“How did you know about that?” I queried.

I had been sure nobody else knew I was frightened of Hershey. I had always put on a great show of bravery whenever I picked him up.

 

 

Jiyong laughed. “You should have seen your face when you held him. It looked like this.”

And he crinkled up his nose and rolled his eyes until I had to laugh, too.

 

“I never knew she was afraid of Hershey,” Seunghyun-oppa said. “But I do know she’s not afraid of mice. She brought one home from kindergarten once. Appa nearly had a heart attack.”

 

“Then you’d better get rid of these in a hurry,” I told him.

 

“I can’t get rid of them,” he replied. “They’re our science experiment. We’ve got them for six weeks. Eomma said it was okay.”

 

“Eomma said it was okay?” I echoed.

I couldn’t imagine how our mother would have agreed to a tableful of mice. 

 

“Sure,” Seunghyun-oppa said, his mouth twitching in a smile. “I waited until she was doing her homework, and then I asked her, and she said ‘Okay honey.’ I know she didn’t really hear me.”

 

“Well, you’d better move them off the table by the time Appa gets home,” I warned. “Send them to Ji’s house.”

 

“We can’t,” Seunghyun-oppa said, looking at me as if I was stupid. “That’s why they’re here – because Ji’s mother said they’d be allowed in her house only over her dead body.”

 

“Then take them into your room, oppa.”

 

“There’s not enough space to set up the maze,” he explained. “I’m going to keep the mice in my room at night, but I’ll need to leave the maze here until were done.”

 

“Appa’s not going to like it,” I reminded him.

 

“Oh, he’ll recede anyway. Mice are sweet and smart creatures,” my brother said confidently, picking up the gray one and letting it nuzzle his cheek. “Here, wanna hold it?” he asked, handing me the mouse.

 

 

I took it and tickled it behind the ears, feeling it relax in my hand.

 

“Hey, how ’bout that!” Jiyong exclaimed. “Can you see any of the girls we know holding a mouse without making a fuss about it? How about Sohee?”   

 

Seunghyun-oppa started to laugh. “Or Kiko? Do you remember that time Kiko sat down on the ants’ nest?”

 

 

 

They both started cracking up like idiots. How either one of them gets a girlfriend, I’ll never know, I thought.

 

 

Then an idea began to grow in my mind. They were both boys weren’t they? And weird as they were, they both managed to get girls to look at them. Maybe they could give me some good ideas for my paper.

 

 

“Listen, you guys,” I said, returning the mouse to its maze. “I’m going to need your help.”

 

Jiyong said “Count me out” at the same time that oppa said, “Forget it.”

 

 

I pouted. They’re really mean.

 

 

“It’s nothing terrible,” I said, trying my hardest to glare at them. “I just want to get some freaking suggestions from you on how to meet boys.”

 

 

 

Jiyong and Seunghyun-oppa exchanged a very amused glance.

 

 

“You want to meet boys?” oppa asked, snickering.

 

 

I felt offended.

 

 

“And what’s so strange about that?” I replied loftily. “I am a lady, you know. It’s about time I went out on dates and things.

 

 

Both of them snorted loudly.

 

 

“Who’d want to date a little kid like you?” Seunghyun-oppa asked.

 

“Oh, I don’t know,” Jiyong remarked. “There must be some guys in the world who are that desperate!”

 

 

Damn.

 

 

“For your information,” I said evenly. “I am now a mature sophomore. Not only that but I am an attractive and intelligent lady, and by the end of this year, the boys will be lining up outside the house to date me.”

 

 

 

I tuned and swept from the room to their loud laughter. I’ll show them, I thought. I’ll go ahead with this freaking English thing. I’ll do a lot of research and try out lots of ways to meet boys. One of them is bound to work. I can just see their faces when I walked past them with my cute new boyfriend! Hah! That’ll serve them right!

 

 

 

I went up to my room and took out some binder paper.

On the first sheet I wrote a heading: “One Hundred And Twenty-one Ways to Meet A Boy in Seven Weeks,” by Sandara Park.

 

 

 

I tilted my head to the side a bit, staring at the title.

 

 

Then I decided that “A Boy” was too vague. After all I didn’t want to meet anyone as childish as Seunghyun-oppa and Jiyong. I meant a cute guy, a mature one.

A guy who was fun to be with and easy to talk to.

 

 

One that could pass out the standard of the ideal.

 

 

 

I crossed out the “A Boy” and wrote “Mr. Right”.  

 

 

Yeah, that’ll be good.

 

 

 

 

 

 

~oo0oo~

 

Annyeong Yeorobun! Thank you very much on your comments in the previous chapter.

 

 

Till next update!

Keke. Spread the happiness! Kampai!

Kamsahamnida for reading! And Saranghae yeorobun!

 

Sincere love,

~Crazy Appler Choi Yonggie^^~