#PutYourselfIntoADramaChallenge Pt.1:That Cute Little Antique Shop Girl

Hey everyone! An account of a challenge that I have created on the Kdrama amino app, (be sure to check it out) I have created a story based on a good friend of mine. So, sit back, and grab yourself some ramen and an extra bowl of kimchi!

Much love and keep dreaming,

Momo

It was a Thursday morning. It was those types of mornings where all you want to do is stay home and curl up in your bed because the weather is perfect. By perfect, I mean that rain was falling from the sky like cascading music notes singing a lullaby for the early morning wakers like me. It’s the type of weather where ideas are rolling around in your head, creating a perfect melody of an idealistic story that had to be written down. Putting the idea of going to school in the back of my mind, I sat down for a minute to write. I imagined that the flock of bluebirds that flew past my windows were ships headed for the moon and the trains a swan mother opening her wings to let her children cross the pond. Throwing away the idea of realistic thinking, I wrote about wizards, talking animals and plants, and flying ships. I tossed the idea of space shuttles and pirates around as I thought about each character as they made their way onto my paper one by one. Today was going to be a good day, and I was sure of it. I thanked God for this gift of morning and prayed that I would be able to make a change in someone’s life today.

I wouldn’t say that I was your typical shy high-school boy who keeps to himself and reads books in the hallways. But, I would rather call myself someone who minds his own business and enjoys watching the world from a different perspective. My school, being as huge as it is, is a great place to write. I find that I write best on places where I get to see the view of the city like the roof or the top floor library. Since I got to school early, I decided to visit the view of the school’s roof. Even though I see it everyday, I could stand here all morning, enjoying watching everyone rushing to work and the street cats that liked to walk along the school’s fence. Sometimes, I would bring an extra can of tuna from my pantry just to tempt them with some cat food. An orange cat, I call Kyo now-a-days, has become my drawing inspiration for the book I’m writing. He has the softest dirty orange fur that could use a good groom, but I think what I like about him most is his eyes that seem to have stars and galaxies in their misty gaze.

When school finally started, I went through the normal typical routine of stressing over which seat I should take and how I should greet people. Thankfully, the day went quick enough for lunch to come around. Unfortunately, I did not have time to pack a lunch, so I decided to walk over to the supermarket nearby since I didn’t feel like cafeteria food. I dished around a few dollars in my backpack as I entered the small, quaint supermarket. I tend to come to this market often because as a child when my mom used to be around, she would take me everyday to this market and tell me to buy any bento behind the glass counter. It was my favorite time of the day, my mother and I, taking the city train fifteen miles out to my school and walking part of the way because we enjoyed the morning breeze and sunlight. Now that she’s gone, I take the same route each morning in honor of her and pray that she’s watching over me in Heaven. Sometimes, the sweet lady in the store will give me a good deal since I come so often, and today was one of those days. I got a few kimbaps from the freezer for half off and sat outside on my usual bench to write. Because my mother was a writer, I took up her series of a shy boy’s romance, since she was unable to finish it. She told me that if anyone were to finish it and think of a suitable name for the main girl, it would be me. Even though I feel unworthy of such a task, I plan on taking this to a professional to help me. But, for now, I plan on saving my money for my future career and education of pursuing my dream of becoming an author. My way back to school was a bit sidetracked because I recognized that same cat, Kyo, was roaming the streets. I followed Kyo because I finished lunch early. He walked past an alley way that I probably shouldn’t have passed through and a flower store on the other side. I continued to trace Kyo’s steps, watching his tail swing back and forth. When Kyo stopped in front of an antique shop, I stopped also. A girl of short stature opened the door exclaimed with an adorable voice, “Kyo-ssi!” Wait, so his name is really Kyo? The girl, wearing a worn apron with a kitten print and small black boots that looked too big for her feet, raised her head and looked at me. She shuffled down the few steps of her shop, but didn’t seem to want to look at me. She didn’t say anything, but gave me a quick smile as she picked up Kyo and walked back inside. I saw her put Kyo on a shelf full on small trinkets and writing inks. Motioning to a piece of paper, Kyo handed her a sheet of writing paper as she took the pencil resting on her ear and began to write something. Realizing that I had been staring, I quickly retraced my steps back to school and ran inside my classroom just in time for my history class. During class, I couldn’t think of anything but that little girl and her cat. She seemed different, not like your typical girl in class who would fall in love with any guy who took notice of her, but a girl who could have been in a book. I decided that I needed to see this shop again, somehow. Maybe tomorrow. I thought as I drifted off into another land other than the ones in my history book and began to write, this time, with that cute antique store girl as the main character that was missing in my mom’s book. I decided to name her Marisa since that was what my mom would’ve named me if I was a girl and started to write in the margins of my history book. I had a feeling that today was going to be different, but I didn’t think that I was going to be this special. Even though I just saw a glimpse of her, I have a feeling we’ll be meeting again soon.