Some Kind of Wonderful

Much Ado About Nothing

"Hello, Cha Eun Sang. Enjoyed your date with Kim Tan?"

Cha Eun Sang whipped around at the voice. She saw Choi Young Do leaning against the wall just beside their school's entrance.

She smirked, "If I didn't know any better, I would think you were waiting for me."

Choi Young Do walked away from the gate and started to walk beside her. "I was waiting for you," he confirmed.

She looked at him and frowned, "why?"

He shrugged. "Nothing. I was just gonna give you this," he handed her a brown envelope.

She wondered, "what is this?"

He urged her to go check it and she did.

SUPERIOR COURT OF CALIFORNIA, COUNTY OF MARIN

Choi Young Do

Plaintiff

Vs

Cha Eun Sang

Defendant

Complain for: Theft

Plaintiff Choi Young Do (hereinafter "Plaintiff"), makes the following allegations

against Defendant Cha Eun Sang (hereinafter "Defendant").

JURISDICTION AND VENUE

This Court has jurisdiction over all causes of action asserted herein pursuant to

the California Constitution, Article VI, Section 10, because this case is a cause not given by statute to other trial courts.

She did not finish reading; she had an idea what was going on.

She fought the urge to crumple the paper, so she waved it at him. "What is this?"

"A complaint," he said casually.

She fumed. "I know it's a complaint, dummy! But theft?! Just what did I steal from you?"

He acted innocent and unknowing. "Oh, my. Did you forget how you stole my ID that time in the convenience store?"

"You are a total psycho!" She exclaimed exasperatedly.

"I have a copy of the CCTV in there," he said, indicating the brown envelope. "The video is so clear. Why, you're even telegenic," he added, sounding amused.

Enraged, she kicked him hard on the shins.

"Ouch! What did you do that for?" Choi Young Do cried out in pain.

"It wasn't stealing, you idiot!"

She kicked him again, but, this time he anticipated it so she missed. "You are despicable! Much more despicable than Hitler!"

He laughed, "wow! It's such an honor to be at par with Hitler."

Irked, she smacked the paper against his chest. "I may be poor, but, I am not a thief."

She could tell that he was surprised by the rage in her voice more so in her eyes.

"You're the thief here. You steal opportunities from scholars like me who are even barely  making it," she added.

He took the paper then looked at her intently. "Relax, I will drop the law suit," he declared.

She was so tempted to throw her bag right at his face, but, she decided against it; she did not want to hurt the bag. Besides, the bag contains her books and they're expensive.