Ah-ri *age 8*
I'm dancing in the studio because teacher was allowing me to. The door quickly bursts open and I fall to the floor surprised. "Why didn't you call or tell me you were going to stay here late!?" Step mom yells at me and I quickly grab my things as she drags me out by the ear. "I was going to dance with my friends!" I quickly lie and she laughs in disgust. "What friends? You don't have any friends." "Yes I do!" I argue, thinking of Citrus, the baby hummingbird I'd found. "Despicable animals don't count. Do you even know why you don't have any friends?" I don't answer. She stops next the car and looks down at me with a disgusted face. "It's because of those eyes. Those eyes are terrifying, that if you don't hide them, you won't have any friends." I'd quickly covered my eyes with my hands. Was that why? Why everyone always ran away when I got near them? "Those eyes are what they hate." Her words rang in my ears as I climb into the back of the car. No, that couldn't be. I start to cry. Everyone hated me. Step mom slams on the brakes and I look up. "Byeon Yeobo, it just started raining and we just almost got hit by lightning." I hear her talking to dad and I keep quiet but keep crying. I'm hated. I'm hated. I'm hated! When I get home, I lock myself up in my room.
Ah-ri *age 17*
"Ah-ri get down here!" Evil Eomma yells from downstairs. I come down from my minuscule attic room, throwing on my worn apron. "What took you so long? I need you to make some cakes for my guests who are coming this afternoon." I stand there waiting for her to say more. She looks at me and snaps "Get to work!" "What kind of cakes?" "Something with fruit in it, and something with chocolate in it." She sneers and goes to her vanity room (which used to be my room) to go make sure she looks perfect. She spent more time in there than anywhere else in this house. I sigh and call "Do I have to make drinks too?" "Make it healthy!" She yells back at me and I wonder how her voice isn't damaged by all the screaming. I quickly go into the kitchen and start to make the cakes. Evil Eomma (as I like to call her) stalks in and puts a couple of papers on the counter. "Here's a list of what I need you to do while I'm out. I'll be back by two." She leaves and I look at the list and sputter. She was out to kill me! Just because dad was overseas, she would use me however she wanted. I quickly finish the cakes and put them in the fridge to cool and finish making Cold Cocoa. I quickly go upstairs and change into my errand clothes

grabbing the card that Evil Eomma had given me for the chores only, I quickly lock the door behind me. Getting on my bike, I ride as fast as I can to do all of the chores before two. I get back at one-forty and Evil Eomma is standing there with her hands on her hips. I quickly go into the kitchen and put all the groceries in the fridge. I hand her all the cosmetic items she had asked me to get and pull out the chilled cakes, slices them into small pieces, setting them on a tray. She comes into the kitchen as I'm pouring the Cocoa into glass goblets. "Go change into your uniform when you're done. While my guests are here, you aren't allowed to speak to them. You will be a maid, and that is all." I nod, wanting to yell at her, but know that I'll get beat up if I do. My self confidence had been withering ever since the day that Evil Eomma had told me I was hated. As I finish filling the goblets, I reach out to her mind and look at what she'd done while she was gone. Of course she'd gone to a bar where young men worked. I withdraw, disgusted at what her hobby had been, and still was. I quickly put everything out on the coffee table in the living room and go upstairs, changing into the black jeans and white tank top, putting my "guest" apron over it. This apron was the one that looked brand new that I barely did anything in unless there was a guest over. Slipping my feet into my black flats, I race downstairs and put my hair into a ponytail quickly. I get to the door just as the doorbell rings. I open the door and bow, keeping my eyes on the floor as a couple of people walk past me. "Ah-ri, go water the plants." Evil Eomma hands me a note saying that and goes to sit down with her guests. I stare off after her and flip her off in my mind. I quickly go out to the greenhouse and sit down, not needing to water the plants because there was a water system. I sit at the garden table that I'd put up in the rafters and draw a few of the flowers below me.

Notes

I hope it's not too short or long. Like I said, it's my first fantasyish fanfiction, but it didn't have much. I'll introduce Exo formally in the next chapter, right now I'm being yelled at! I'll update soon! Please subscribe! (I'll edit it later ^-^)
~LonerWithNoLifeButKorea