I'm Jeon Soomin. 'Soomin' means 'smart.' My mother named me Soomin to manifest the hope that I would be born intelligent. They wanted me to grow up smart and bring them wealth, as they said.
That was their imagination; reality is harsh. Yes, I grew up intelligent, always ranking top in my class every semester. However, it's useless as an adult. Being top of the class won't get you a job. That's just how society works in this messed-up world.
"Ms. Jeon! You're getting a promotion in a few hours! Your hard work is finally paying off!" my co-worker said.
"Ms. Jeon, you should buy us soju and meat later!" someone shouted, and the others quickly agreed.
I was happy. I mean, who wouldn't be? Getting a promotion and more money every payday—who wouldn't be thrilled about that? Money is everything. But fate is always unpredictable.
I died in a fire. Isn't it funny? I was just about to get my promotion… Fate is truly unfair.
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I heard a splashing sound. Is this heaven? But why is it so cold? I thought. Then I shouted, "WHAT THE FUCK?!" as I opened my eyes.
I was confused. Where am I? Who the hell are these ugly kids... teens...? I DON'T KNOW! JUST TELL ME WHERE I AM!