Danger's coming, Hyunji
Chanyeol...
Hanna called me on Sunday to go to her house. She wanted the latest on school, homework, and of course on Chanyeol. Hanna was my best friend. And I mean BEST friend. I loved all my friends to death, but Hanna is the only one that I could trust to listen without judging, keep a secret, and help me in the time of need. Maybe that's what she was planning to do today. By going to her house, maybe I could get my mind of everything. It was worth a shot.
I never heard my dad come home last night. But then again, I wasn't listening for him. A few times I DID hear my mom wake up crying in the middle of the night. And I WAS listening for her. She needed me just as much as I needed her. I'd guessed she'd leave when she was ready to take that major step out of the house and I'd let her. Her happiness wasn't worth risking for mine. I could handle myself. My mom on the other hand, probably couldn't. She's been through a whole lot more than I have and has felt three times as much pain as I have. Again, that was me trying to convince myself.
Hanna met me outside her house on her front lawn, which was perfect like those lawns in movies. Her house was perfect, too. It was big with vines growing up the side of it. There were cobblestone steps and roses. The sight of it made her seem like a moviestar. She should be, too. Her parents have money. Heck, SHE has money.
"Hey! Did you walk?" Hanna greeted. Then her shoulders slumped at my 'obvious' face. "Of course you
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