Untouchable ✓| PJM~

1~ A taste of freedom

I didn’t care if I looked crazy—I kept running and screaming, thinking about the fact that school was finally over. Not just for three months… but for the rest of my life. 
“I’m free~!” I sang. 
I could feel people staring, but I didn’t care. I was way too happy.

I was almost home when I suddenly remembered—I had to go to Bella’s apartment to plan something important with her. And since it’s serious, I couldn’t leave it for later or tomorrow.

Bella is my best friend. She’s only two years older than me, but I never call her with honorifics. I only do that when I need something…
And today? Yeah, I think I’m going to use one—for what I’m about to ask her.

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"My Beautiful, Pretty, Fabulous Bella"

I screamed as I ran into her apartment. She was on the couch and it seemed like I startled her.

"Oh my gosh!!! Why is this ugly flying chicken screaming in my apartment?" she said with a big grin.

"It's over, Belle! School's oveeeeer, woohoo!"

"And that’s why you’re so happy??"

"Yesss! So, what are your plans for this summer?"

Her smile dropped, and so did mine.

"Uh, never mind, let’s get to the point. I’m here to plan m-"

"No, I’m not getting involved in your silly things ‘anymore’," she said, thinking I was about to suggest some evil plan.

"No, it’s not what you think. Well, you see, I can’t live in their house anymore, so if you really want to see how ugly I’ll get when I get old, you better help me before I die, ma’am!!"

"What!! But if you... I mean, ‘we’ get caught, we’ll get in big trouble and it could be worse for you."

"Well, we won’t get caught."

"How can you be so sure??" she asked sassily.

"It’s simple, I just used my brain a little," I said, and she scoffed.

"I’d believe you ‘if you had one.’"

'I do have a brain, pabo.'

"You’re so mean, please, Unnie~" I pouted.

"WTF, Y/n, it’s already 5."

"What! How’s that possible??"

"Run" she said.

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"I think everything is settled now." 

"No, there’s one more point."

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I was running happily, but now I was running in fear. I couldn’t think properly.

'What am I going to tell them?'

I tried to build a story, like: 'the homeless little cat being kidnapped and me saving it,' or 'the wounded dog I took to the hospital but they wouldn’t treat, so I had to use my socks to bandage his wounds.'

Before I could think any further, I had already reached my house.

'Be strong, Y/n. You’re going to survive,' I told myself and opened the door.

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I stepped inside, took off my shoes, and tiptoed past the living room toward my room.

"Y/n."