As I said goodbye to my schoolmates and teachers, I felt sad.
I have never be that down my whole life.
After gifting half of the school who thought I was just being generous. It was time to go home.
I took one quick tour around the school, Li informed her parents that she'll be spending the night at my house, that I was sick so she wouldn't be going to school too tomorrow.
She wanted to be with me throughout till I leave, we didn't tell a soul.
The school would be announcing it on Monday and I would be gone by then.
I was picked up by my chauffeur, The drive home was very silent.
Li placed her head on my shoulder as she sniffers, trying to prevent the mucus from dripping out of her nose.
Mr Kim was unusually silent, he must not be part of the workers selected to accompany us to the US.
"Mr Kim, would you be working with ..."
"No." He knew what I was about to ask.
Great, everyone that I had spent my life with would not be a part of my new life.
I know I am the price but Isn't this too heavy for a 16 year old?
People are selfish, they only think about themselves. If you're charitable, you're dumb. That's what they say.
But indeed, in this life, every man for himself.
We eventually got home and we were surprised to find out that there's hardly anything to pack. A lot of moving trucks were already there and had packed almost everything we'll be needing.
Li and I, having found out there's was nothing much to do, we spent our time together. We took pictures, swam in the vast pool and baked together.
I gave Li a lot of my stuffs that she always asked for and wanted. It didn't make her feel less sad but I felt guilty for making her this way hoping it would make my heart feel less heavy.
It rather weighed my heart more.
After exhausting ourselves trying to make enough memories, we went into my room to sleep. Even though Li was tired she refused to close her eyes hugging me tightly like I would disappear overnight.
Around 4am, I managed to tuck her in.
I haven't been sleeping lately, I have been having terrible case of Insomnia.
I didn't bother to close my eyes even though I was tired, I wouldn't fall asleep anyway.
I sat in front of my dressing table that would be left behind as I gave a rub around its smooth surface.
I stared at the mirror on it and tried to practice my smile for my in-laws.
I had another panic attack again and I laid helpless with tears in my eyes, I wished it was death that had come to take me.
'God, this is hell.
Get me out of this hell.
Why do I have to be born to this people, if I had sinned to let such curse be on me,
Forgive me o heavenly father.'
I prayed in my heart.
After few minutes I calmed down.
It was 6am when a knock broke me out of my trance. I hadn't fallen asleep but I was tired. I have been practicing my happy face that time had passed by like a thief.
A whole crew of stylist came to pedicure and manicure me. Anything that looked unkept had to go.
If only they could beautify my inside too, perhaps my unhappiness would go too.
Around 7am, Li woke up from all the noise the machine that were on me were making.
She was beyond surprised about how many people were on me. She looked like a bunny that woke up in the middle of a traffic.
I laughed at such sight.
Cute. I'll miss her.
She just took pictures and videos with me.
She tried so hard to cover up her sadness.
She didn't do well like me.
They wore Something for me, a cute pink gown that had no arms but was long enough, showing off my slender shape.
It was 8am when I kissed Li goodbye. I hugged my chauffeur, My mom was not so pleased about it.
The chauffeur was given the title of housekeeper to compensate him and I'm glad they did, he'll live a better life now with his kids.
Li held her tears well even though I swore she cried a river after my Jeep went out of view.
Our private jet took off around 9am. 2 stylists were with me to dress me up when we're about to reach our destination.
My parents wanted to get there as fast as they could so we kept changing jets every 4 hours. We stopped for about 3 times which was very uncomfortable and all these while they never asked me if I was okay.
Not like I care or like it helped anyways.
Each time the jet stopped, we'll race to the next one. You can imagine.
The last jet we boarded and the stylists started dressing me up.
I wore an old English corset, yes the ones that can squeeze your kidney out of you, the royal ones.
I was helped into a 66 pounds dress that exposed my cleavage beyond measure.
I don't like this at all.
Wearing a bodybuilder dumbbell and being unable to breathe, this new life of mine will be torturous.
I know I'm nothing but a slave because I only listen to my parents but also being treated like a princess at the same time.
I'm a Slave that wears a Crown, an hefty one at that.
"Lord I'm losing hope that you're real. So if you really are send me help if you won't take me now"
"Did you say something ma'am?"
"No"
One of the stylists heard me mumbling the prayer so she thought I was talking to her.
After 2 hours, they were done with my makeup and hair. I was helped to sit and my parents smiled in satisfaction.
"Our in-laws sent you that gown as a gift,they seem to like you" My mom said flattered.
I smiled and hmmed it.
Like I said,
I am a slave with a Crown.