Chapter 5: Summer break horror
---   Lee Taemin   I can’t believe how crazy that girl is! Ugh! I’m going to spend my whole summer break in that old art stupid museum, just because she lied! Ugh! I hate it! I ing don’t want to go, stay and most of it I don’t want to WORK THERE.   Yeah, I admit it. I feel guilty too when I saw her and called my name, and then I didn’t give any response. But what the hell was that?! Is it a crime if you ditch someone you just met?! It’s just a bracelet! It’s not that were getting married! And lastly I don’t deserve this punishment!   It’s awful: I can’t play station 3, I have inadequate time to watch TV, I can only go out with my family, I can’t play basketball, lastly which pisses me off, I can’t drive the scooter! I beg them to reconsider playing basketball, and they kind of agree. Maybe they forgot, they’re son is a varsity here.   You know what’s twisted? Deep inside I feel like I deserve it. Because I cavern in, no one likes to admit this things but everybody knows this: there are different status between kids or teenager. (Cool, geeks, athletes, and the outcast.)   Cool kids are mixed of rich, good looking people. Geeks are that kind of people who wear thick glasses and book worms, athletes are popular across the school and most of all to the opposite . Outcasts—are those who are ugly, who dress differently and unpopular. It’s like oil and water, you can guess which is which. And if you’re going to stick around with Ji Sun and her friends, it’s like the suicide to your desire social life.   Which I think I kind of deserve this, really. The social status thing bothered me the most, especially the fact that I like Ji Sun at first before Jinki told me about her. Ji Sun should just understand, I don’t want Jinki and others to give me hard time, about my bad taste on girls or what so ever. I just moved here, I have a name to build. I didn’t mean to impair her feelings—I really don’t.   ---   Next day, we went to Mr. Oh’s house. He led us to his house and into our working spot—which is their attic. When we got on the attic, Ji Sun kept on sneezing and sneezing, I glared at her.   “Sorry.” Then she sneezed again.   “Yeah. Whatever” I muttered back.   “Here’s your working place.” It was a very large room actually, a dusty place, full of newspaper and lots small ceramics.   “I want you guys to start working here by tomorrow. You’ll start working at exactly eight in the morning, by lunch time you can go home now…” He said strictly. “…and don’t you dare to do something fishy, here. Understood? I’ll be here to check you every hour.”   When he leaves, we started to weep off the dust and wipe the window. Of course, who would like to work in a place like this? VERY DIRTY. ---   The next two days, Ji Sun and I work in silence. Which I prefer, I could bring myself looking at her, because I’m still mad. Whenever she would ask something, I would give her an abrupt reply. And when I need something, I would just wait for Mr. Oh to come, instead of asking the liar girl.   ---   Third day, Ji Sun got in the attic first, there was a sandwich and burn CD of Beatles.   “P