INNOCENCE, THERE’S BEAUTY TO IT SOMEWHERE.
middle school graduation
inherited with beauty, graced with wealth, and embedded with knowledge, she is everything to be envious of. to be born into the lavish lifestyle with worrying being nonexistent sounded like pure heaven to those beneath her. from day one, she was always reminded of where she stood within society and to guard the pedestal with care because trust was a daring topic for elites like her. as a relentless compulsion, she engraved that saying within her mind and continued to prosper the way others wanted. she would indulge in a tremendous amount of spending, give the most grandest of gifts, treat others at the most expensive diner and continuously raided her father’s money to appease the minds that whispered among her. day in and day out, she lived like a robot being commissioned only to pay as her emotions were no longer exhilarating while her elementary and middle school years went on.
she was no longer happy and expressed her opinion on their flamboyant ideas causing an uproar of disappointment and harsh assumptions to be left within the stilled air. this wasn’t what she wanted, she didn’t want to become friendless if she wasn’t going to pay for their needs anymore and the outcome to her cease only caused tears to trail down her beautiful face while heading home. at the age of 13, a tender age with a mind that went against heart, she was confused and only wanted to be in the arms of warmth.
“mother, why aren’t they my friends anymore?” tears began to drench her silk top staining dark as the water dispersed beneath the material.
“what have i done for them to say such harsh words?” a hiccup bounced from the tip of her tongue as her small arms reached around her mother whose caresses were rhythmically soothing. a soft hum was renounced in a way to soothe her young child as her older brothers and sister appeared at the bottom of the steps rushing over to help their younger sister.
“ara! what’s wrong?” the eldest of the four, seunghun, wrapped the younger one into his embrace and reassuringly patted her small back, “seungjae, go get her some water.” seungjae, the second oldest, walked into the kitchen to grab her some as ayeong, the third oldest, wiped her tears.
“mother, what’s wrong with her? why won’t she stop crying?” the eldest asked his mother as ara's bottom lip trembled with another release. seungjae’s return caused ara to wipe at her tears while she looked at her mother who only smiled and wished for her to begin as to which, she did.
