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Lost days, pictures fade.
A second chance, 5
Sunday, November 29, 2009

"Kyuhyun-ah. It's not good to spend your holidays in your room. You should play some games with your friends. Or maybe you want to come shopping with me?" My mum invited.
"Oh, okay. I would LOVE to."
Heck. I would not say that. I know what she meant by shopping. It wasn't a desirable thing to do. She would wake up me up at five in the morning just to be sure I was going with her, wake me up again a few minutes later just to ask what I wanted to wear and let me sleep until seven when I was dragged out of bed to get myself bathed and whatever I had to do. After all we had to do in the house, it would be eight. So my mum would drive all the way to the shopping centre and wait until the doors open. Yup. She'd rush in, pulling my arms. Poor me.
"No thanks. I'm pretty tired today." I told her, using my 'I'm dead tired' tone. "Then rest well.. I'll be going to the bakery later, do you want me to buy anything for you? Hotdog bread perhaps?"
"Not hungry at the moment, I'm going to take a nap now."
"I'll be back soon." She left. I had an urged to go and get changed when I wanted to kick myself, because I wanted to go to the hospital and visit the girl. But, I didn't know her room number or anything. I only knew her name.
I spent ten minutes debating if I should visit her and decided not to. It wasn't worth it to go all the way to the hospital if she wasn't there, or if she had something on.
I got changed anyway. I wanted to get some fresh air and clear my head. I took my wallet and keys along.
As I casually walked down the street, I decided that since I was outside, I might as well go through each shop just to see what they sold.
It was rather fun. There was this magic shop I went to, and the owner kept demonstrating the tricks to me. Although I wanted to buy some of the items, I resisted, how would I know if I could do the tricks correctly?
After doing what I would call, "window shopping but not so window shopping", fatigue caught up with me. I went into a convenience shop and took a cold coke bottle. Looking at the price, it was quite reasonable, so I took out $1.45 and passed the bottle to the cashier when he spoke. "Aren't you Kyuhyun?" I looked up. It was Sungmin.
"Woah, what're you doing here?!" I shouted in shock.
"Uh, I'm working here?"
"I can see that, but you live around here?"
"A few blocks away."
"I see," I paid for the coke."Hmm.. Sorry to bother, but is this job why you only visit her once a week?"
"I wouldn't put it that way, I have to study too."
"You're in high school?"
"Yeah, what about you?"
"Same here. What time is it now?" Sungmin checked his blue digital watch. "6.50"
"I think I got to go then, I'll talk to you some other time."
"Bye." I waved to him before exiting the store. I really hated time for making me leave the store so my mum wouldn't ground me if I wasn't at home.
Other than that, it was really surprising to learn that he works there. No, it was delighting to learn that he works there.
Wait, why would I be delighted to know he works there? No Cho Kyuhyun. You're still in Year two of high school. You still have a long way to go. You'll meet lots of good girls, lots of ideal girls. So stop feeling happy you know his work place now.
Stop feeling happy.

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