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Hey, Remember Me?

Novel By: Sigrun McGonagall
Fan fiction

I've written this in my StoryWrite account but I'd like to post it here too :D

Jae was half korean. Her family moved to the US and she felt alienated by other kids. Thanks to a little boy named Zayn, she had a friend. Friendship turned to Bestfriendship (lol) and suddenly, it all became love for Jae. But, the sad thing is, Zayn had t London. He promised one thing, though. That he'd come back for her. She waited. And here comes the present time. What do you think happened? Did he come back for her? Did he propose? Or when he came back, is she already dead? Or lesbian? What what what? So many possibilities. Check it out :D View table of contents...


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Submitted:Jan 6, 2013    Reads: 19    Comments: 1    Likes: 0   


We were like brothers, although I'm a girl.

We were like twins.

We go trick or treating together, with costumes to match.

He was my best friend.

We helped each other out, through thick and thin.

When my mom died when I was eight, he held my hand.

I wish I could have held his when his dad died.

But they had to move, oceans form me.

He promised me one thing, though.

That he'd come back for me.

We moved here in Alabama a few years back, when I was four, to be exact.

My family was originally from Korea. My Dad's Korean but mom's from New York. They met on a business trip in Japan back when I was still just a marriage away from being created.

Oh yeah, I forgot to mention my name. Hey. I'm Goo Jae-Hee.

People call me Jae. I have a twin brother, his name is Goo Jo-Kwon

we're fraternal twins, FYI. People call him Joey.

So. as I was saying, we moved here when I was four. Now, that's very traumatic for me because I had to start school that year and Alabama was a completely different land. I had to go to school alone too since Joey had to be home-schooled. He's sorta special. He's blind. Well, partly. But mom wouldn't allow him to go to school with me and all the other children.

So, as that four-year-old Korean girl, I walked down the pavement road, dad holding my right hand, a lunch box occupied my other, and I had to face a room full of kindergarten aliens for an entire day. I wasn't much accepted you know. I mean, yeah, it's forgivable that little children want to play with their own kind but when I was there thirteen years ago, I didn't understand that. So I just sat at the far end of the classroom on recess, crying.

Luckily, one little kind alien accepted me for who I was. We became friends. Best friends, rather.

Zayn Malik.

He gave me a lolly and told me that everything's going to be fine.

"Trust me." he said with a smile.

And I did.


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