“Why am I cursed with small boobs….” sighs Pang. She then yank her green medium length towel and walk into the shower room. “I wonder….” mumble Pang, “will my boobie ever get bigger?”

‘What is it pangchan?’ the tall female asked the girl. ‘Open it pangchan. It is what you are looking for right?’ the female sat next to the girl and brush the girl’s hair. ‘How long do expect me to wait for you pangchan? I can’t play dead all eternity ya know, pangchan.’

I look over my shoulders; my sister glance at me. I turn away from her and focus back on my green notebook. The cover was a bit torn. The pages were stain of dusty yellow but the notebook still smell fresh. I unfold the notebook and skim through it; I’ve forgotten that I’ve written in it.

“Pang, you do know that once you are in college, these junk have to go right?” asked Shirly.
“Yes, I know.” I reply and close the notebook.

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“Oh okay, thanks.” I walk to the big red broken plastic box. This box means a lot to me. Ever since I left California to Minnesota I changed. I also developed a passion for art. It all started with PokeMon and SailorMoon. I dig into my red treasure box fill with drawings of the old days. In my finding I came across one of my SabataxDjango art. A twisted incest pairing I found loving. I was never a fan of gay pairings but thanks to Boktai, yes. I love Hideo Kojima for the twisted plot! I scan through the pile and pick up a sheet of 8×10 clean not use printer paper. I place the paper down on the log table my sister and I shared.

“Drawing? How do you expect to pass high school? I thought you given up on drawing?” She commented and switch her song to Simple Love, sung by Nicolas Teo.

I didn’t mind her comment, “Is that Jay Cho?” I ask.

“No, it’s Nicolassss TEO!!” She answer and laughed.

I smile with her and went digging into my backpack. There was something missing that I’m looking for but I can’t seem to find it.

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“Mom, I don’t want to go into that field. I told you already. I want to be an artist no matter what!” I said in a clam diction and madly glare.

“What is all this business talk then Pang?” Mother ask back. “I thought you told me that you drop the idea of becoming an artist that you want to major into something more suitable in where you can make more money without us parents not needing to worry about paying for all the school dept!”

I didn’t say anything, I knew she was mad. I know I mentioned about going into business but that doesn’t mean it will stop me from becoming what I want to be. I wanted to be a cartoonist when I grow up. I want to work for a game company and draw comics! I want to be a producer of my own mini game series. I want to be remember! That is all that I wanted to do.. but getting into that field is not easy, nor have it been easy for anyone. That is why I want to strive my life effort to become one.

“Mom… I will major into business… I will.. but that is not my ultimate goal Mom.” I take my Mother’s hand and press firmly. “Please try to understand Mom… I don’t want to be like Dao. I am different; I am Pang.”

“Yes. A shaman.” My Mother added. “All I as for is for you to find a great life, where you don’t have any regrets! I also wish for you to begin Shaman training.” She press me firmly aside and made her way upstairs.

I stand there quietly and didn’t shake my head direction from where I last saw my mother’s face. I hear the foot stomps; I know she is upset, but this is my choice. Momently, my mother yell in the distance, “What are you waiting? Start packing!”

I obey and rush too upstairs. Part of me was sad but for the most part I was happy; I knew my mother have always understood me.

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In this large huge world lie only one house and one girl. The world color was sepia, grayness vivid color… this is the world that already ended.

“The world has already ended. It’s my 17th birthday. The sky has darkens.” The lonely girl sways her black pony tail to her side. “Mother and father would be here but they can’t be here.” She walks faintly toward the only small round table in her entire house. “Are you also waiting? Why haven’t you disappeared yet Mr. Chair?”

Silence- the table stood still.

“Answer me Mr. Chair… everything else in this house disappeared except you… why is that?”

Silence- there was no response.

“I see.” The girl nods. “You choose to stay here.” She held her arms across her breast. “Tell me Mr. Chair, why did you decide to stay here with me?”

The world shuttered into a lifeless photo. The girl’s voice muted. The world became gray.

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