CHAPTER ONE

Trigger Warning: Extreme Weight Loss, Eating Disorders, and Strong Language

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The jarring sound of my ringing phone abruptly woke me from my slumber. Annoyed, I picked up the call without even checking the caller ID.

"Hello?" I answered groggily.

"Jina, please tell me you're not still sleeping," the voice on the other end chided me.

"Yes, it's me," I replied, instantly recognizing the voice. "Good morning. Am I still asleep?"

"Jina, you have a job interview at the coffee shop today," my friend reminded me.

My heart sank. I had completely forgotten about it. "Job interview!" I exclaimed, sitting up in a panic.

"It's 9:56 already, and you need to be there by 10:00," my friend warned me. "If you get fired, I won't be able to get you another job. You need to take this seriously."

I felt a pang of guilt for my forgetfulness. "I'm so sorry. I'll be there on time, I promise," I assured her.

"Good. Don't mess this up," she said before hanging up.

As I hurriedly got ready, I couldn't help but feel embarrassed by my irresponsibility. I vowed to make it to the interview on time and to approach it with a more professional mindset.

After abruptly ending the call without properly hanging up, my friend's voice echoed in my head as I dashed into the bathroom, feeling like I was being chased by a wild animal.

In just a matter of minutes, I emerged, hastily putting on the first items I could find in my closet, which could only be described as a "pile of junk".

As I rushed down the stairs, I did my morning routine which was planting a quick kiss on the pictures of my favorite pop group EFX , who were the most popular pop band in the world.

I harbored a deep desire to take at least a picture with the group's leader, "Aaron" who was the number one heartthrob and the object of every woman's fantasy, including mine.

Before I continue my story, allow me to introduce myself: my name is Jina, and I am a 20 year-old woman who is tall, cute, and slim, but with a somewhat quirky personality.

I possess a unique talent for singing and rapping, and I have always wanted to be a pop singer due to my talent and passion for music.

I am also an orphan who spent her childhood in an orphanage. I know very little about my parents, except that I was discovered abandoned by the side of the road. It's a tragic backstory, and I often wonder how someone could be so cruel as to abandon a helpless baby in such a way.

Without further ado, I ran down the street towards The Coffee shop, where I was scheduled for a job interview. I was determined not to let this opportunity slip away, as I had been let go from my previous three jobs.

While making my way towards a job interview, I suddenly stumbled upon a rap battle that caught my attention. Despite the pressing nature of the interview, I was drawn to the challenge and made my way towards the crowd.

The reigning rap king had just emerged victorious over a female contestant and was on the lookout for his next challenger.

Although I was aware of the importance of the interview, I couldn't resist the opportunity to compete.

"Anyone else want to challenge me" he asked confidently looking around in the crowd for a challenger. In response to the rap king's challenge, I stepped forward and volunteered to take him on.

The crowd was taken aback as I confidently walked towards him, ready to demonstrate my skills.

Unfazed by my gender, the rap guy questioned whether I had what it took to beat him. With conviction, I responded that I was up for the challenge. He then handed me the microphone and queued up a beat on the speakers.

"Please, after you," I told him with a smile, poised to take on the reigning rap king"

"Sure" he said, a grin slowly appearing on his face

"spit fire like a dragon, my rhymes are so hot

I make the haters tremble, and the crowd goes wild with every shot

I've been doing this for years, I've earned my stripes

I'm the rap king, and I'm always ready to fight...."

He was undeniably talented, but deep down, I knew I had the skills to outshine him. When he finished his verse, a small smile crept onto my lips as I raised the microphone to my mouth, ready to unleash my own lyrical prowess."

"Spitting rhymes, I'm on the mic

Every word, I do it right

Never gonna give up this fight

My flow's hot, like dynamite

I'm in the zone, can't nobody stop me

My bars are sick, they'll leave you sloppy

I'm the queen of the game, it's not just talk

My rhymes are fire, they'll make you walk the walk

I put in the work, every day and night

I won't stop until I reach the height

Of this rap game, I'll take the crown

And you can bet, I won't back down"

After I finished my rap, the so-called "king of rap" was left speechless. I knew I had won. It's a good lesson to learn that one should never assume they are the best, as there will always be someone better than you.

Feeling triumphant, I suddenly realized that I was forgetting something important: my job interview. Glancing at my wristwatch, I saw that it was already 10:30. I was supposed to be there at ten, and I knew I had missed my chance to get the job.

"Excuse me, miss, can I talk to you?" a man in a black suit said to me. But I ignored him so that I could try to salvage my interview. To my surprise, the man persisted.

"I'm sorry, sir, but I really need to go somewhere ASAP," I said.

"I understand. My name is Alfred steward, and I could help you," he said, handing me his card.

I took the card, thanked him, and rushed off to the coffee shop as fast as my long legs could carry me.

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I'm sorry, but the position has already been filled," the manager said.

"I apologize, may I know the reason?" I inquired.

With an odd expression, she replied, "You were expected to arrive at 10:00 AM, but it's already 11:00 AM."

"I'm deeply sorry," I replied.

"Unfortunately, there's no opportunity available for you at this moment. Please leave," she said as she walked away.

Feeling disheartened, I exited the restaurant. "This is unfair," I thought to myself. "I was hoping to secure the job to gain admission to Hemilton musical school.

Now, it appears that I may never get in." As I gazed at the card Mr Alfred had given me earlier, I crumpled it and discarded it. "What good is it to me now?"

TBC

Disclaimer: All the stories, characters, and events depicted in this work of fiction are entirely imaginary. Any resemblance to real-life individuals, organizations, events, or locales is purely coincidental. This work is solely the product of the author's imagination and does not represent any actual events or persons. The author does not intend to offend, defame or harm any individual, group or organization. Any similarities between the fictional characters and real-life individuals are purely coincidental and unintentional. The author assumes no responsibility for any misinterpretation, offense or harm caused by the reading or interpretation of this work of fiction.

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