Chapter Five

One month later…

   “Lana… Lana get your ass up it’s time for school!” 

I groan and bury my head underneath my covers as I roll onto my stomach in bed. I was trying to get back to sleep when I heard the sound of my bedroom door bang open and felt my brother jump on my body, landing heavily on my back.

Feeling my breath get knocked out of me, I struggle but push off his fat body and sit up with a yell. “Jay!”

Jayden Kang, my idiot of a twin shrugs and flashes me a teasing grin, his emerald green eyes glinting mischievously as he says in a sing-song voice.

    “Dad told me to wake you however possible sis.”

Pressing a sloppy kiss to my cheek, he sits up and rolls off my bed. “Now get up, we have school to get to.” 

   I watch him walk away without waiting for a response and glare at his back while he scratches his curly bed hair that’s sticking out in every direction. Groaning in annoyance, I pull the covers back over my body and fall on my back.

Being multiracial, born to a Korean father, a mother who has a mix of American and Caucasian roots, my mother Sara Aubree Kang saw to it we both have American and Korean names.

On our birth certificates,s our names are registered as Jae-Min Kang and Arang Kang, with our middle names being Jayden and Lana. 

  She wanted us to have a few both work world we can identify with our diverse race, and after she died, we simply took up our middle names to honour our mother.

 Jay and I took after her the most with our dark auburn hair and emerald green eyes. Our sandy beige skin is a mixture between our father’s extremely pale one and our mother's beige skin, and our pouty pink lips and dainty nose come from our father Kang Man-Young. 

   Grumbling under my breath when I couldn’t fall back asleep, I sit up with a yawn and grudgingly get out of bed. My alarm clock reads 7:00 am, so with a lazy sigh of displeasure, I walk towards the bathroom across the room.

Locking the door behind me, I face the squared shaped mirror above the sink and brush my teeth slowly.

My own emerald green eyes stared back at me tiredly with a bit of puffiness a shower and make-up will certainly fix.

When done brushing, I rinse my mouth and step underneath the shower, letting the water wake me up. 

30mins and one long hot shower later, I get out and pull a yellow towel off the rack to wrap it around my body. Drying off I wrap my damp towel around my wet hair and dress for school.

My ironed uniform hangs on my bedroom door and I smile a little as admiring the grey pleated skirt that stops just shy of my mid-thighs, it also comes with a white button-up short-sleeve shirt, a red tie with ash-coloured stripes, and a short black jacket. 

  There’s a white thread stitching along the edges of the jacket and a yellow badge sewn on the left breast side with the school’s logo printed on it.

Dressed, I settle on the edge of my bed to roll up a new pair of yellow ankle socks over my feet while slipping on matching yellow sneakers, removing the towel covering my hair I settle in front of my dresser and blow dry my hair before running a brush through the curls and pushing my hair up in a loose bun. 

 Due to its long length, my hair stops down to my lower back so it tends to be a pain when I let it down sometimes because I find it hard to control my waves. Especially against humid weather conditions.

     Picking up my brand new bag pack I unlock my room door and head downstairs.

It’s 8:00 am already so I know it’s just Jay and I home. My father runs a popular Korean based restaurant where they cook all sorts of Korean food from noodles based food, to porridges, kimchi, tteokbokki, anchovy broths, sour pork, spicy sausage stew and my personal favourite…shabu-shabu etc. 

Thanks to the money I made while working as a model, my father was able to keep open his large restaurant on Seoul’s busiest and most popular street, Itaewon. 

    And the moment I head downstairs I spot my brother stuffing his face with a ham sandwich.

His uniform consists of a white button-up shirt with long grey trousers, a red and ash coloured stripe tie and he’s wearing a grey sweater vest over his shirt, leaving his school jacket behind. His hair is neatly combed and it falls across his forehead in thin waves.

    “You know dad packaged last night’s leftover in the freezer right?” 

 “Of course,e I know, but we don’t have time to microwave it. The last thing I need is to be late again, Principle Dae will have my ass.” He replies, shoving the last piece of his sandwich towards me as he cleans his hand and mouth with a napkin. 

  We stuffed our arms into our winter coats and I shiver when frigid cold air swirls into our house the moment Jay opens the front door, and the sight before us is filled with white snow.

   Jeez, winter is just as terrible in Seoul as it is in New York. 

    I take a bite of the sandwich and walk out behind Jayden, the tiny beep of the security alarm ringing out when the door locks itself behind me. Eating the last of the sandwich we rush down the street to the nearest bus stop.

     My new school is located in Yejang-dong, Jung-gu Seoul and since we live in Jongno-gu, Seoul it’ll probably be a lengthy ride… I think.