You, Me and an Escapade
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Clueless, Untitled Life Story
I want my words to touch the depth of the Atlantic Ocean, robs you of your ability of speech and to render you speechless with the thought of the picturesque I’m trying to let you see. Perhaps you could, the same way I do.
-Zee Kamal-
In this world, there are the damned, the lost and the forgotten.
However, there are also ones that their very own existance is denied by the race of humanity.
And that people is us, the Cursed, who in 2010 finally found our rights to roam the Earth. The goverment's body that locked us in was abolished.
Some cross the Atlantic Sea to remote island to forget. Some went through the harsh dessert's weather to remnisce.
Me? I didn't go far. I need to find you.
I need to find the ing , Kwon Jiyong. The one who left and broke all of his promises.
Who am I, you say?
I'm Sandara Park. Code number, 14246. I have the ability to jump to an amazingly ridiculous height.
They called me Ssantokki, Ssan'rabbit'. An animal that is constantly leaping.
Foreword
PROLOGUE
“Sandara...” A soft whisper came through between the creaks on the wall, almost inaudible to the two sleeping figures strewn on the battered, thin mattress. When no response returns the whisper, a small pebble is tossed through the ventilation hole up above the wall and lands on the intended young girl, waking her up.
The boy on the other side of the wall let out a small satisfied whoop.
Eight years-old Sandara squint her eyes open and rub the drowsiness away as she sits up. Her forehead pulsed where the pebble had hit her and her heart shook horribly in her chest due to the shock of being woken up from a dream so suddenly. Have you ever dream of something so beautiful – that everything in the dream is a grandeur shade of pure crystal and chandelier glow – but it is violently ripped of you? It was like how your soul will be ripped when it's your due. Those kind of occurrence left you awoke with terrified mind, heart and soul.
Yet, again, the boy whispered out her name. “Over here, Sandara. Come on out. I’ve something to show you.”
“Ji-Jiyong?” Sandara leaped to her knees and peered through the hole, a shade of warm melted chocolate caramel orb of hers met a cool, jet black of his. “Wait for me.”
Jiyong nodded in reply and Sandara bit her lips before gingerly leaped to the ventilation hole, crawling out from it. She give a quick glance towards Sanghyun, her brother, just to be sure and looks out to the vast sea of dried ground. This is the camp for the one gifted with the curse.
“Incoming.” Jiyong teases as he picks up pebbles strewn on the barren ground and steps back to let Sandara have her landing pad. With a grunt, she dropped onto the ground to her four. Dirt flew to the air and stained the edges of her dress, the only one she have. Nevermind that. The two kids, holding hand, sneak behind from one cubical-shaped building to another. The same, identical building become their protection from the surveillance light as Jiyong melts down a small portion of the fence, enough for their petite body to pass through.
Thin clothing wrapped their frail bodies, barefooted to the cold ground of the early dawn as they wade through the desolated part of the Earth until a Cheshire cat’s smile adorn Jiyong’s face and light up Sandara’s. Jiyong eyes sharpens and the irises rotates.
She tugs Jiyong’s shirt, expectantly. “What is it? What did you see?”
“In count of three. Chase the bird.” Jiyong’s lip quirk up higher and she nods. They have been chasing gulls when the opportunities approached. When the bird migrates to the sea, Jiyong promised Sandara that they will all be like them. We will all be freed.
CHARACTERS:
Sandara Park
28 years old
A cheerful, hopeless romantic but anything that come across regarding Kwon Jiyong, there will be no tolerant.
Kwon Jiyong
23 years old
An extremely playful guy that is stupid, selfish, i-
/drags Dara away from the keyboard/
An extremely playful guy that is... well, no records on the database. Sandara Park!!
I didn't do anything.
/sigh/ I give up.
Don't worry author-nim. /pats back
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