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Midnight Memories
daffneylee and judyvang
CHAPTER 2: RE-WRITTENED 
23rd-Jun-2009 04:18 pm

Chapter 2

 

"Ah-ma! Ah-ma!" a young boy in his early years hollered once more out of frustration as he comes to a halt.

A crowd at the bus stop turned around to see the commotion, but only one turned around and smiled.

The young boy sighed of relief and starts gaining again.

He halted in front of a woman in her late 30s with her hair in a bun and dressed in work uniform carrying nothing much but a small bag fit for a pencil.

"Why are you here?" the woman questioned. “Weren’t you mad at me?”

"Ah-ma." the boy smiled. “I can NEVER be mad at you.” He said as he takes something out of his backpack, "ah, and you left in such a hurry, you forgot this!" he handed her a brown paper bag.

The mother opened up the brown paper bag and her smile brightened. "thank you, son."  She said bending down to his level, giving him a hug.

"Now off you go to school, okay?" she stressed as she lightly kisses him on the head.

"Araso!" the boy smiled and gestured a ‘fighting’ sign.

The woman smiled back in satisfaction.

"Saranghaeyo, son" she kissed him again "I always do and I always will."

“ALWAYS BE THE GOOD GUY.”

The boy nodded as the bus finally arrives.

 As the mother ascended the bus and leaves the little boy behind, the mother turned around and waved goodbye once more to make sure the boy see it.

 The little boy smiled and waved her mother goodbye until the bus was out of sight.

"Sarang.........."

Whack!

The boy falls to the ground in pain.

“….”

"YOU SON OF A B*TCH!" a husky male voice screeched.  

“Wake up!”

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The boy in his late teens unhesitatingly awakens from his dream and groaned silently in pain at the sight of a book resting on top of his stomach.

He turns his head to examine the narrow ceiling only to find more spider web closing in on him.

“ugh…” he let out in annoyance as he switched positions.

 “WAKE UP!” the male husky voice screeched in through his opened room again.

 “YOU’RE LATE!”

He turned to look at his alarm clock.

 “2:25 a.m.”

“SH*T!” he cried as he quickly got out of bed and rummaged through his dark, messy, tiny room to find his work uniform.

“ah! Where the f*ck is it?!” he inquired.

After what seem like 5 min, he finally found his uniform and dashed for the bathroom.

He splashed cold water in his face and looked at his hideous face.

 

Flashback

“Here you go, ahjumma.” He smiled as she took a bite and smiled with glee.

“What is this?!” he asked as he snatched the item from the little boys brown bag.

 “It’s a cookie” the little boy frighteningly replied.

The older male brought the cookie to his face to examine and after 2 seconds took a large bite into the chocolate chip cookie and imminently threw it onto the ground and smashed it with his foot.

“You don’t bring cookies to strangers do you understand!” he shouted at the little boy as he rolled his eyes at the ahjumma on the street.

The little boy nodded profusely.

“Come here!” he grabbed the little boy by the wrist and took him all the way home and told him to wait by the hallway. He went into the kitchen and came back with a broom and aimed the wooden end at the little boy.

“DON’T YOU EVER MAKE COOKIES ANYMORE!” he shouted.

BAM!

---

“Aboji…Where’s mother?” the boy asked as his father was sitting in the living room watching t.v.

“What?” The father turning his attention to the little boy.

“Where’s mother?”

Father rolled his eyes as he stood from the suede couch and came closer to the boy with a stick besides him in one hand.

“DIDN’T I ASK YOU TO NOT ASK FOR HER!?!”

BAM!

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“Aboji!!” the little boy called as he came into the house and drop his backpack in the hallway.

“What?” Father hollered from his room.

The little boy noticed the father wasn’t in the living room and went into fathers bedroom and found him sitting on his bed fixing his tie while checking himself out in the mirror.

“Aboji....” the little boy asked again.

“What do you want?” father asked, not even looking his way.

“Aboji…” The boy said as he went to sit next to his father on his bed. “My graduation is tomorrow, can you come?”

“What?” He finished fixing his tie and turned to look at the little boy in disbelief.

“You called me all the way from the living room, just to tell me this?”

The little boy nodded.

“No!” His voice rose in anger. “I don’t have time for such nonsense!”

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“Aboji…” The 11 year old smiled. “I made you cookies.”

Father glanced at the boy and then onto the brown paper bag close to his face. He immediately stop trying to fit his feet into his leather shoes as he rushes to the closet and got out a metal rod.

“WHAT DID I TELL YOU ABOUT COOKIES?!”

BAM!

End of Flashback.

He quickly shook off the images of the past and wiped his tears forming in the corner of his eyes and went into the kitchen to fix himself breakfast.

--

“What the f*ck do you think you’re doing?!” the male husky voice roared from the dark hallway of the house.

“….”

The boy stopped what he was doing and turned to the voice with no face.

“I need to eat before going to work.”

He continued fixing his breakfast as the male husky voice closed in and came into view.

He was dressed casually whom had just got in.

“You’re already late, and you still think you have time for breakfast?!” he shouted at the young boy.

“GO!” he pointed at the entrance door.

As the boy didn’t respond, the male figure went to the closet and took out a golf club.

The boy was left speechless.

“Don’t make me FORCE you like last time.” he emphasized, holding onto the golf club in his right hand ready to attack at anytime.

The boy looked at him and stopped making a peanut butter jam sandwich and walked out without a word.

---

The boy walked slowly as he approaches the bus stop and sat down on the bench provided. He questions his existence.

“I remember when I was a kid, I wasn’t like this. What happened?” he questioned himself.

“That’s right….” He sighed in confirmation. “Mother.”

The bus approaches him as he inhale the polluted air of Busan as if it was his last.

“Time for answers.”


DAFF! YOU HAVE TO COME UP WITH THE STORYLINE. LIKE TELL WHAT HAPPENED TO HIM AND STUFF. LIKE HOW HE ENDED UP WHERE HE IS TODAY. GOT IT?!

 

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