K. Jang
Stories
4
Chapters
39
Words
61.3 K
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Reading
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Valencia hurried home, panting as she slammed the door behind her. She glanced at her shoulder, listening to the outside world. Did anyone see her? Was someone following her? She shook her head. “No… no one will know. You said it, too, Mother… as long as I hide and contain it, nothing will happen. Breathe,” Valencia mumbled, placing her hand on her chest. She breathed, steadying herself. Inhale. Exhale. Inhale— BAM. BAM. BAM. “Is anyone home?” a voice shouted. Valencia’s eyes…-
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Seol Ah followed Jang Yu into the gym, hearing girls screaming. Seol Ah looked around, watching the other girls. “Isn’t Jin-ho so amazing?” “He’s so good at sports…” “Handsome.” The girls gossiped among each other. Seol Ah then shifted her focus to Jang Yu, waiting for a reaction. Jang Yu turned slightly to the side, away from the seats. She smiled sinisterly, jotting down in her head like she was trying to remember each of the girls’ names. Seol Ah took a step back, surprised,…-
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FIVE YEARS LATER Seol Ah stared at the window, thinking about the years that had gone by. Classmates filed in and glanced at her. “She’s here without a father…” “I heard from my sister, who was her sister’s friend in the States, that she was adopted…” Seol Ah sighed and lowered her head, frowning. She ignored the gossip. When will you grow up from that, Lianna, she thought with a tired sigh. The teacher walked in and tapped the desk. TAP. TAP. TAP. He looked around until the room…
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That night, Paula returned to her room, where she slept peacefully for the next day. Sela stared at the wall, replaying everything that had happened. Sleep came fast and pulled her back over the edge. The clouds were a road again, but this time the piano rose from them as if waking with the tide. He was there, the boy at the bench, as if the stars kept him lingering. “You’re back.” The last piano key lingered in the air, and Sela’s fingers twitched at her sides, curling inward as she sank into…
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IN THE STATES - BAY AREA, CA “Sela, why are you so annoying? Stop putting your stuff on my stuff.” Lianna’s voice cracked. She yanked Sela’s backpack and flung it across the hallway. The bag hit the floor with a dull thump. Sela’s hands twitched toward it on instinct, a practiced surge, the kind she learned to control in a roundhouse, but she let the reflex fade. She inhaled slowly, visualized a stance, steadied her hands, and scooped up the pack as if it were fragile glass. “I’m sorry,”…
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SELA’S NARRATION “My name is Sela. I’m eleven, and this is my family. My oldest sister, Lianna, is seventeen years old. My brother, Leo, is fifteen, and Paula is one year younger than I am. I was only five when Lianna first said it. She stood in the doorway with her books and sneered, ‘You’re adopted. You don’t even deserve to be loved.’ The words poked me all over. My stomach twisted. My hands balled up, and it felt like I couldn’t swallow. I didn’t know what ‘adopted’ meant then,…
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