In high school there's only 7 types of people: There's the cheater/liar/poser/fakey, //, Slightly more sane/normal, bookworm, sporty/jock, fashionista/trendsetter-thought to be homoual and the druggy. In highschool, I, Choi MiCha, was not at all who I am now. And I never knew I would change so much. I truly claimed I was my "true self" already, and I would keep my same believes and interests til I practically die. Yeah, I was wrong.


Anywho, my high school life was pretty fun actually. I was a sporty girl, so that mean's I'd fit in the sporty/jock catagory, and where I came from, not many girls were in that catagory, and the girls didn't really accept girls in that catagory. But I did not care at all for them. I cared for my body, my physique, my frriends, and just having fun. But who knew what we actually should care about back then.


"Ah! MiCha! Please wear a dress," My dear mother begged me. It was first day of school tomorro, and HELL TO THE NO, would I wear a dress. Especially not to school. I made a disguisted face as i looked to the red-white-polkadot dress she held in her hand. "AISH, MiCha is such a beautiful name, why not look beautiful too," She said talking to herself as she left me there on the couch watching tv.


I had my legs hung off the arm of the couch as i reached for the bowl of popcorn, then couldn't quite reaching, trying to stretch and grab it when it fell. "Aigoo, really? my life," I muttered. I remember always saying that phrase. I jumped off the couch and sat on the ground eating the popcorn from the ground and putting other popcorn back in the bowl.


"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?" I heard and turned my head, It was my homie, my brother, YiJong.


"What does it look like dip, I'm eating popcorn," I said continuing.


"Ah, of coarse," He rolled his eyes sitting on the couch grabbing the bowl and eating some. He put his feet up on the table. I bunched up the rest and dropped it in the bowl.


"What's on?" He asked nonchalantly.


"Star King," I said also in an uncaring manner.


"Why? Thought you hated that show?" He said chewing.


"Yupp, it's either news, games, or this," I answered. He nodded and then we stared at the bowl. There was a centipede in it, crawling on a piece. He shrugged and ate the popcorn around it. My stomach went a bit upset, but then it growled and I remembered I was hungry, so I grabbed a clean piece on the side.


"Aish, these kids," Mom said walking into the room holding the basket full of Laundry. She took a seat on the other couch and dropped the basket as she proceeded to fold the clothes. "Ooh! Star King!" she clapped.


Some little girl was singing and I stared at the screen just for something to do. I knew I could have been doing something a bit more productive, but who cares, school's tomorrow anyways!


"Can I have some?" Mom asked as we handed her the bowl, she then took a piece and screamed.





Yupp, welcome to my life. Just another Sunday night.