Drama Love

Drama Love | Chapter 2 Plan in Action

I wanted to leave Raina. I feared she wasn’t who she said she was. And based on how she’s acted for 13 years, Amanda and I have lived a lie. So I plotted my plan to escape. I wanted to leave at night so Raina wouldn’t notice I left until afterward. After I finished my plan, I grabbed my laptop, plopped on my bed, and started watching K-drama. Amanda was just on her phone. I don’t know what she was doing. I was watching a show called, “Crash Landing on You”. It’s where a woman from South Korea goes paragliding, and all of a sudden, there’s a tornado, and she gets stuck in North Korea, which is one of the worst countries in the world. I sort of pick up some Korean from them. I know the word for hello; annyeonghaseyo, and hey; ya. And I know 1, 2, and 3; hana, dul, and set. There’s more that I know. Do I plan on actually learning Korean? I don’t know. It seems like an interesting language. I feel like God is pushing me towards it, so maybe, if I’m right. 

At night, Raina put us to bed, and I put my plan into action. I climbed out of bed and grabbed my stuff in a bag. Mostly clothes. I wasn’t looking forward to being outside all day tomorrow, but it’s to find my parents. Amanda had her head turned to the wall, her back facing me. I decided to be a good sister, and ask her if she wanted to come with me. 

I patted her back. “What?” She whispered.

“I’m running away to find our real parents,” I whispered back. “Do you want to come?”

She rolled over to face me. “Why? We have a mom.”

“She’s fake. I’m going. Do you want to come or not?”

She thought for a moment. “Okay, okay. You’re the right one most of the time.”

I heard the door open a little. It opened all the way. Raina was standing there, looking into the dark room at Amanda and I. “What are you guys doing?” She asked.

I froze up. I didn’t have any idea of what to say.

“Are any of you gonna answer me?” Raina asked. She gets impatient easily.

I put my bag down so Raina wouldn’t see.

“Escaping from the worst mother in the world,” Amanda decided to blurt out. 

“I don’t believe what you said earlier,” I said, going along with Amanda, even though I planned differently. “We’re going to look for our real parents.”

“Oh, no you don’t!” Raina said.

We were out. We jumped out our window and ran to hide behind a bush just in case Raina came after us.

Raina came to look for us. She didn’t jump out the window as we did, she went out the front door and came to look for us. Thankfully, she couldn’t find us. We waited until she was out of sight to let our laughs out. I didn’t actually know what was so funny. Maybe because we managed to escape with hardly any trouble. 

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That night, we slept outside. I had the same dream I did the night before. About that mystery guy. This time, I could see him clearer, but I still couldn’t put a name to him. He had dark brown hair instead of black like Asians normally have. But he was cute. He had a bun in his hair, a red shirt with Korean writing on it, jean shorts, and a denim jacket. I knew he was Korean because of the shirt, but I have never seen him before. I started to think he was a mix of some sort. But he looked so Asian. Maybe the Asian side of his family had the dominant trait for Koreans. 

But I couldn’t ignore the fact that he was extremely adorable. I wondered why I was having this dream. I wondered what made my brain come up with someone this cute. I mean, I could draw him, but what made my brain come up with him? Was he even real? Could it be God trying to tell me that I’m going to meet him? He looked so real, but at the same time, a made-up character. 

Amanda woke me up from my dream the next morning. “Come on, sleepy head,” she said. “Get up!”

I didn’t want to. I wanted to see if the boy would say who he was in the dream. But I woke up anyway. “You know, you just woke me up from one of the best dreams I’ve ever had,” I said. The worst part about being woken up from a good dream is that the person who wakes you up has no idea that you’re having a good dream. Or even a dream at all. And you can’t blame them for stopping you from dreaming that dream.

“What was it about?” Amanda asked, curiously. Amanda doesn’t really ask those sorts of questions. She’s not as curious as me.

“It was about a boy,” I said.

“Do you really have to dream about love? What’s the point of it? You have to care for someone else besides yourself.” Amanda doesn’t like love at all. Whenever I bring it up, she denies it in some way.

“I don’t control what I dream about,” I said, sitting up. The grass was questionably soft. We’d brought two blankets to sleep under. 

“Let’s just get going,” Amanda said.

We had some apples for breakfast and left. I couldn’t help but wonder who the mystery guy was. How had I come up with someone so adorable?

While we were walking, I saw a sign that said, “Fourth Of July Festival 2021! Keep going straight and turn left at the next turn”.

It seemed fun, so I said, “Hey, Amanda? Do you wanna go to this festival? It seems pretty fun.”

Amanda looked at the sign and said, “Okay, sure. It wouldn’t hurt.”

So we started walking. Continuing straight like the sign said. I had my dream on my mind the whole time. I almost wanted to go back to sleep because I wanted to know who he was. I don’t like not knowing things. Who was that boy?

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Ian was rehearsing with his band for the fourth of July festival on July 3rd. They were in the rehearsal room, about to practice on the small stage they had. They lived in a small home in South Carolina. He’s recently been having a dream about this girl. He doesn’t know who, though. He’s nervous that tomorrow he might mess up because he’s wondering who the girl is. But he couldn’t deny the fact that the girl in his dream was extremely gorgeous. Long blonde hair, blue eyes. She’s so pretty.

“Guys?” Ian said to his band on July 3rd, 2021, the day before their concert. “I know it’s a bit late, but can one of you sing tomorrow?”

“What’s the problem with you singing?” Ryan, one of Ian’s band members said. “You were fine with it before. We’re doing the performance tomorrow, and now you decide not to?”

“He’s just going through the teenage stages,” Daniel said, another one of his band members.

Ian’s 13 and a half. He lives with his band because his parents–Ha-Joon and Eric–died when he was 7. “I’m not going through teenage stages!” Ian said. He kind of agreed. Although, at the same time, he didn’t. 

“Then why are you acting like this?” Ryan asked.

Ian didn’t want to mention his dream to his band. He didn’t count them as his real family. He missed his real parents. That’s why he always wears his mother’s favorite shirt. Because he misses his mother the most. “I’m…just…a bit nervous.”

“You’ve never been nervous before,” Alex said.

Ian decided to admit it. “Fine! I’ve been having this dream about someone and I don’t know who they are. And I’m nervous that I’ll mess up because I’m thinking about it too much.”

“Is it a girl or boy?” Ryan asked.

“I don’t want to tell you,” Ian said.

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