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Name: Circe Yu<br/>
Age: 20 years old<br/>
Occupation: Sophomore College student<br/>
Major: English Literature<br/>
Play-by: Yoon, Soo-hee</div>
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</div><br/><br/><div style="text-align: justify"><span style="font-size: 12px">Aimlessly looking at the row of buildings and pedestrians crossing the streets, she had wished a thousand times to be anywhere but where she was now. Tucking her bottom lip into her mouth, she chewed on it gently as she hated being stuck in a place where she wasn’t welcomed. Focusing her attention on strangers, she noticed their clothing, the way they walked, and how they presented themselves to strangers. Were their lives better than hers? Turning her attention up toward the heavens; the sky was clear and bright blue. The sun was blinding; the heat radiated off it like a million bullets, leaving her to sweat in the cage she was forced in.<br/>
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Sliding her finger against the button for her window, she heard it click but the window hadn’t opened. She pressed the button again and the end result was the same. Shifting her warm brown eyes toward her stepfather, she watched him through the rear view mirror. She was on child-lock and that bastard had done it on purpose. She had a bad relationship with her stepfather since the beginning when her mother decided to remarry. Couldn’t she have married better than the one who occupied the driver’s seat? There was something about him that irked her; and it didn’t help that the feeling was mutual. Usually, she would say something to her mother about bringing down the window, but she dared not speak today. She was in deeper trouble than she had ever been in her life.<br/>
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Who knew being an English Literature major was part of Satan’s demonic plan? It was a far cry to bring the devil into this mess, but her mother had insisted time and time again that she shouldn’t waste her money on a daughter going to school for literature. She scoffed at the thought; didn’t her mother realize that she had dreams and aspirations, too? Hearing her name, she widened her eyes at her mother who had turned around to catch her attention; she was absolutely livid that her youngest daughter wasn’t even listening to her in the car. Pressing her lips tightly together, all she could do was nod and shake her head. Saying anything else to her mother at this point might get her into more trouble than she could afford.<br/>
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Finally, after what seemed like hours, her stepfather had stopped the car and pulled into a driveway. She had dishonored her mother for doing things her stepfather had made up. Out of all the people in the world, her mother thought it best to believe her husband instead of her own daughter – her flesh and blood! Sighing, she opened the car door and never once looked at her stepfather to say goodbye. It was his own damn fault that she was in this mess in the first place. Getting out, the incessant yelling of her mother never ceased, even when they were both outside the car. She kept lecturing about how important it was that she should become financially secure in life and dreams meant nothing. She also complained why she even had a second daughter who wasn’t even remotely close to her first daughter. Complaint after complaint, she hated being compared to her older sister, Keiko.<br/>
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Ironically, she was being dropped off and abandoned at her older sister’s apartment. Watching them back up and leave her there without a care in the world, she wondered what would happen if she was born into a family with loving parents? There was an upside to things; she wouldn’t have to spend any more time with that bastard of a stepfather and pretend to like him for the sake of her mother. Looking at the ground to see her suitcases and bags from home, she turned to her older sister and saw her excitedly waving. She was the first person, today, to be this excited and happy to see her younger sister; at least she had that.<br/>
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Carrying her bags and dragging her suitcase, she made her way toward Keiko and managed to bring a smile to her lips, <b>“Hey, Keiko.”</b> She couldn’t really bring her eyes to meet with hers. She felt embarrassed that her sister had to take her in like this, especially after knowing what her mother told her. <b>“I’m sorry you had to take me in like this… I guess mom really hates me.”</b> Another sigh escaped her lips as she could feel the heat seep through her clothes and the sweat beading down her back. <b>“Do you think we could go inside now? I feel like roadkill out here…”</b></span>​</div>