“SARA’S POV”

Just another hour of waiting until I opened the gates of pure celebration. My brother and I were known for the great parties that we throw every year, well he does most of the time. Being the Ace player of the soccer team is something else, you know. He is the cheerleaders-drool-over-me-even-the-entire-freaking-school does kind of popular. I heard from my classmates last time that girls from other schools keep sending him stuffs. Once he came home with a box in his hands

“What’s that?  A box with a rat on it?” I joked. Of course I know what it was. Every week he has those

“Some stuffs”

“Same old huh?”

“Yeap. It is getting kind of annoying when you are rushing to your class then you open your locker and a bunch of letters exploding in front of you and you have to clean it up then you end up being late again that you have to stand outside the class with your hands up high”

“You should date bro!”

“I don’t have time for that now”

“If you say so”

Choi Minho was the best freaking brother ever. After mom and dad got separated, he stood up as my own father and he was always trying his best and frankly doing a great job. Maybe he doesn’t want to date because of our situation. Because he thinks he has a responsibility. Anyway, our mom is working at a big company in London and my dad...well I don’t know where the hell he is after he packed his bags and right now, we are on our own here in Korea.

The reason for the party tonight is because Minho and his team will be competing in the National Soccer Championships and he had been dreaming about this his entire life.

“Hey! Do you want to play ball?”

“No! I am a girl, I don’t play ball. I play house oppa”

“Yeah right, the boring kind of stuff”

“Whatever”

“it is easy, you just have to kick this to that goal like this”

He kicked it so hard that the ball hit the tree which bounced back and hit my forehead. He laughed so hard at me because the ball left an imprint in my big forehead which made me cry and run to our mom

Minho is getting everything...great friends, great acads, and most importantly him being the star player of his team. It just amazes me how he can balance everything out

“Hey forehead! What are you thinking?”

Yups, he calls me ‘forehead’ ever since the incident. At first, it annoyed the hell out of me but I got used to it and sometimes, I call him ‘big eyes’ cause you know he has these big eyes that sometimes creeps me out when he stares at something. L