Strawberry` says;;- Prologue
Setting: School.
Scene 1:
“Move it loser.”
“Ah, I’m sorry.” The girl replied moving to the side for the other girls to get through. The girl had black hair that was tied up into a pony tail with Pucca hair tie and she wore circular glasses with thin black outline. It wasn’t like Harry Potter’s glasses but much thinner and geekier.
Scene 2:
“As the boy ran down the street, he yelled, ‘Wait!’ Then he grabbed her arm and pulled her into his embrace. He could feel the tears soaking through his shirt…”
“You WISH loser!” a student made an outburst and the classes laughed at her comparing the girl in her own story and herself. The classmates knew the girl was writing about herself in her own story.
“Be quiet!” the teacher yelled slapping her hand onto her desk as she gave a sign to the girl to go back to her seat.
Setting 2: The club
Scene 1:
As the girl walked in with her hair down, and a white collared shirt and a black tube top over it, she wore black faded skinny jeans; she also wore her black flats with her outfit. The guys around the club looked at her as if she was the most beautiful girl on earth.
She smiled and sat at the empty table as she started to read. She only read in clubs because she would rather be in a club than in her house hearing her mother argue with her father about smoking. It was always the subject, ‘smoking’ and about his job.
“Hey pretty lady. Would you like some drink?” a guy asked smiling as he handed the drink over to her.
She knew what the guy was up to. Ecstasy was in her drink. She only smiled weakly and stood up, “Sure but let’s go somewhere.” She replied grinning slyly.
“Sure.” He replied and placed his arm around her shoulder. As he did the girl grabbed his arm and twisted it to his back and kicked his back as soon as his arm hit his back.
The girl placed her heels on his chest and leaned down. “Don’t even think about using something like ‘date drug’ with girls around here. If I here someone used it you will be punished.” She replied as if it was a real threat. It wasn’t a threat. She was bluffing of course; she had the taste of ecstasy before it wasn’t good either.
Setting 3: Her Room
Scene 1:
Dear Diary,
I just wonder how long I have to take up with this ‘disguise’ as he calls it. Just because the police are after him, the police won’t dare to look for me. They don’t even know my dad has a daughter or even a wife. My mom is always talking about how much danger he is in, why he can’t just stop being in the group he is in. My dad always tells my mom about how much he loves her and he’s doing it for our family.
I can’t just reveal anything to my friends…wait…what friends? Even if I got this ‘disguise’ off I can’t make friends anyways…they’ll be too scared of what my father is.
-[s] The Daughter of the Mafia[/s] Joo JiEun
