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How it all began...

How you may ask this all began?

I was six years old back then. I was playing with Wooyoung oppa in the garden with a game I

called “pass the ball” when the butler came in with a boy. I actually asked him to join us but he

just shook his head. Then, I asked his name and what's their business. But when he said they

don't have any business, I started ignoring him. I just continued playing with oppa. I was running

after the ball when I tripped, not because I'm clumsy but I think it has something to do with my

leg surgery. I just recovered from a leg surgery, so I guess, I wasn't that strong yet. Woo oppa

helped me up but the boy laughed at me.

“You're so fat” he said. Okay, I was fat before but after seeing him laughing at me and calling

me fat, I swore that I would do everything to lose weight. Then, I started hating the kid. No one

dared to laugh at me before. Not long after that, I found out that the boy's father was hired as

Dad's personal assistant/driver/bodyguard while his mother became our cook. I even hated him

more when I found out about it.

I mean, who was he to ridicule me when he was just a lowly servant? I actually shrieked at him,

saying that he was just a servant so he has no right to ridicule me. But that didn't stop him from

calling me “fat kitten”

My seventh birthday. . .

We had a party at the house. I received a lot of gifts from Dad's friends as well as the other rich

kids. I was in my room that night, opening my gifts when I stumbled upon a badly wrapped gift

with a card that says:

“Happy birthday, Kitten. -J”

I assumed it was from that boy. I was actually surprised to receive a gift from him because well,

first, it was established that we hated each other. Hate is an understatement. I think “loath”

would be better. Second, I never imagined that he could afford to buy a gift. But oh well, moving

on, so I opened the gift. And what's inside made me scream at the top of my lungs.

A plastic box of worms!

Yes, that's right. He gave me a box of worms! Ah, I so enjoyed watching him being scolded by

his parents. But no, I didn't settle for just scolding. So, I set out for revenge. I remembered asking

our gardener for help at that time. I asked him to collect a jar of ants for my school project.

So, I wen't to the Kwons' room. At that time, the pest doesn't have his own room, yet. I poured

all the ants in the cabinet. But, there's a little flaw in my revenge, though. I mean, who would

have thought that they all share the same cabinet? I guess they're that poor. So yeah, the clothes

of the boy as well as his parents were full of ants. And my Dad found out about it.

I got scolded. But I stubbornly apologized to any of them. Why would I stoop down that low, eh?