It's been raining for about a week here in Korea, and some of you may say it’s a little early for the late 20s, but thinking about my past is one of my hobbies. Especially on a rainy day and having a cup of coffee, I think about the old days despite myself.
Because I was a middle school student then, I believe it was about 14~15 years ago. I attended an English institute every day on weekdays after school, which was managed by a Canadian-Korean couple and some employed teachers came from the United States, Canada, and my home country. Briefly put, I loved all of them, and in fact, I can say I owe them for not having phobia to English(Although I’m not good at...).
And sometimes, I saw a girl(let’s just call her “H”) in the academy. She was my age, introverted, of few words, and I was said that she’s the daughter of the principal couple. But it was strange because she, who had black hair and brown eyes, didn’t resemble her dad at all. I became more curious after I saw H’s little baby sister a couple of times, who had blond hair and blue eyes, but I couldn’t ask about it to no one, including H herself.
(H was "hard to talk to" type girl, and I had little regard for her because I was “So, you don’t have any knowledge what I’m interested in? Then it means you aren’t cool enough to be my friend. Now, back off” type)
A few years later, I entered high school. Every high school student in Korea must have study hall until midnight every day except Sunday, so I had to quit the institute, even had no time to pass nearby. But one day I had that chance by accident and saw the institute closed.
Another few years later, after I entered university, I happened to know two things: I still don’t know exactly, but Canadian principle was some kind of an illegal alien, and he wasn’t H’s biological dad. There I knew why H always seemed gloomy and lonely for the first time.
Now I’m wondering if I ever become a “human time machine”, focus on an old photo, meet H again, could she and I become a friend...? But on second thought, let's forget about it. I was another cynical, pessimistic girl who had a problem with dad, and birds of a feather often flock together indeed, but they often fight each other too.
Okay, I tried to write this personal story as short as possible, but maybe it wasn’t short enough.
How about you? Have you met someone similar to Chloe, Max, or Rachel before you get to know this game? Who was it and how was your relationship?