The pleasant sound of whistling can be heard in the bustling streets of Seodaemun-gu, a pretty schoolgirl whose skin was more radiant than the sun itself rode on a cute bike while dinging the tiny bells, she was the one whistling:

(Ring, ring) "Excuse me, coming through!"

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The people went away from the main road where the pretty girl was driving in, she was in such a hurry. She was pedaling with all her might to catch the green light, a few seconds came and:...

"Nooooo..! hmp!"

The school girl shook her head in disappointment because she didn't catch the green light but the red light instead, several cars were waiting along with her; but she was the most frustrated of them all.

She looked at her wristwatch frowning:

"Aigoo, why does red lights have to exist?!"

Besides her already heavy black backpack full of textbooks and homework, she also has a big basket on the back filled with non perishable goods ordered by her customers; waiting to be delivered after school.

The girl looks like she's going to cry as she mumbled sadly:

".. I'm gonna be late, my teacher will kill me for sure!"

Once the green light appeared again, the schoolgirl was the one sped ahead of the other cars. She thought jokingly: "If my biking speed can be counted, I'd win the Olympics..."

Soon enough, she reached the school which was Changgu Highschool:

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The girl hurriedly got off from her bike and parked it nicely somewhere secluded; most of her classmates have their own cars or are driven to Changgu by their chauffeurs.

The girl made a run towards the huge highschool building when a random girl stopped her:

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So the schoolgirl politely spoke:

"Miss, can you please excuse me? I'm really running because I don't want to be late.. I'm sorry, thank you.. "

The pretty schoolgirl didn't seem to hear her request, so the other schoolgirl chose to just walk on the other side in order to avoid trouble; unexpectedly the girl who stopped her from running earlier grabbed the back of her collar:

"I didn't say you could go... "

The schoolgirl whose collar was grabbed almost choked, the other girl then grabbed her right shoulder to turn her around, she pointed at the name tag and said:

"Hmm, let me see.. your name is Kim Dahyun? geukyeom.. tsk!"

"... Uhmm, I'm sorry.. Miss.. Ha Nara?

I might have offended you-!"

"-So you can actually read?! yeah right, that's my name; Ha Na Ra.. daebak.."

Ha Na Ra said "daebak" with an obnoxious scorn, her nose was twitching like a real mean girl smelling a rotten rat.

Kim Dahyun frowned, she calmly put her small hands on Nara's shoulders and then smiled a bit, she said:

"Yah... Nara-ya... good job!"

Ha Nara jumped happily like a child who's about to get an ice cream when Dahyun told her that she did a good job; it turns out that the two girls are actually good friends.

Nara held Dahyun's hand and said:

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"Let's walk to class together.. oh my, I'm so happy! Did I really do good, Dahyun-ah?"

"Yes you did, Nara.. I just don't understand why aren't you trying out for the drama club yet.. you have the talent, you know.."

"I know, I just need to bide my time.. "

The good friends reached the classroom on time, the other students were either seated quietly or rumor mongering. Soon enough the class got started.

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(KRIING!!)

Nara: (Stretches mightily) Sigh, what a day! Mr. Kozuke's teachings are getting harder each day!

Dahyun: I know but we won't be highschool students forever, it's all bound to end..

Nara comfortably put her arms around Dahyun's shoulder as they walked out the school halls, the classes in Changgu Highschool usually start by 5:00 am and ends in 1:00 pm; some students go out with their friends or enjoy leisure time alone considering all the time that they have. But it's different for Dahyun:

Nara: I know this new place; people say that they sell incomparably delicious beef ramyeon— let's go there, Dahyun-ah!

Of course Dahyun would love to go there, I mean; who on earth could resist a good, savory ramyeon?

But Dahyun instantly frowned despite of her wants:

Nara: Why the long face? if you're worrying about wasting your allowance, don't be! It'll be my treat!

Da: No it's not that, Nara.. I also want to eat that tempting ramyeon and hang out with you to have fun.. But..

Nara took her arms off Dahyun's shoulders and did a famous dance step that said: "Neomuhae!" and she sighed in disappointment:

Nara: ... You have deliveries again..

Just as when Dahyun was going to reply to Nara, her cellphone rang loudly; making Nara cover her ears:

Nara: My gosh, did you use a loudspeaker for the ringtone?

True enough it was one of Dahyun's customers; a woman with a loud voice could be heard from the receiver:

"Hello, I need those hair curlers that I asked you to buy with my money..

I need it, like really!"

"I've already ordered it ma'am, I'm actually about to go to your address.. "

"That's good, hurry!"

The woman dropped the call and Nara was shocked at how Dahyun was still calm after that:

Da: Gee Nara, you look like you think I'm going to die— Don't worry, she's not as bad as you think..

Nara: Where is that address this time?

"In Yeonhui-dong.. "

"Wait isn't that too far?! - Yah!"

There was nothing that Nara could do because Dahyun rode her bike like the how the wind passes by, she just stood there frowning and frustrated for her hardworking friend.

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"Oh there you are, I'm glad that you made it in time! come in.. "

Dahyun came in the dormitory gingerly while

holding the packed that contained hair curlers in her small hands;

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a woman in her forties with big, seventies style hair walked towards Dahyun- the woman was wearing bright red silky negligee with a deep scoop neck with thin straps, it has long slits on the corners of the knee high hemline and fine fishnet stockings. She was forty, but her figure was still slim like a runway model:

Da: Someone's looking lovely today...

I guess you've received a call from a model recruit again?

She dramatically leaned on the lounge wall and breathed deeply:

"Unfortunately not.. "

"How could they be so blind? you're pretty, slim and tall... a photographer will pick you right away.. "

"Will you stop flattering me and put that package on the table? gee, I even have bills to pay next week..

Would you like tea? it's English tea.. "

"Oh no Ms. Arasuno, I'm fine; besides, I still have deliveries.. "

Dahyun hurriedly went out Ms. Arasuno's house when she got her pay and biked away, the beautiful woman said:

"Be careful not to break your back working so hard! remember to get some rest.. "

By the time that Dahyun finished the deliveries, it was 5:00 pm; in her huge, black backpack she carried her Cafe waitress uniform.

This hardworking student also works in a small Cafe located in Seodaemun-gu, her shifts start at 5:00 pm and she'll have to drive back because the last delivery was located farther than Yeonhui-dong.

A Cafe bell rang delicately as Dahyun came in wearing her uniform; the cafe was only small but it was packed with people except for certain weekdays; Dahyun has longer shifts in this cafe during the weekends —despite of her tight schedule, she still manages to finish all her homework, study hard and help in doing the house chores.

The other workers in the Cafe sighed in relief when they saw Dahyun; she's a customer's favorite because of her jolly yet humble personality.

The line was long and the cashier shouted from the counter:

"Dahyun-ah, will you help the barista in the kitchen? there are way too many orders!"

"I'll be there right away!"

After Dahyun helps the barista, she washes the stack of used plates in the sink; whenever there is something to be done, she usually does it without complaint.

It was 8:00 when Dahyun finished her shift in the Cafe, before she left, she had to wipe all the tables clean and send out orders of packages needed for the supplies in the cafe.

In the dim streets of Seodaemun-gu Dahyun rode her bicycle on her way home; the home she had was simple, it's a two-storey townhouse— Dahyun and her family lived in the second floor.

Dahyun sighed in exhaustion as she opened the small and thin wrought iron gate, at last she came to the second floor and opened the door:

"I'm home!"

Her mother frowned upon seeing her daughter tired again;

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