Okay, so I'm doing this thing called Camp NaNo (it's similar to NaNoWriMo, but it's in April and you can set any goal you want), and this is the story I'm doing for it!
ADVANCE WARNING: This is my first time ever writing about Monsta X, so forgive me if something isn't accurate to the band or the individual members. lol Anyway, here's the first chapter; feel free to comment!
Chapter 1
Loganville, Georgia
Sabrina
“Mommy?” I heard my four-year-old son Logan say from the doorway of my bedroom. It was currently 7:30 am on a Saturday, and I had been fast asleep up to this point. “Sissy just woke me up.”
“Sissy” is Logan’s baby sister Abbie, whose six-month birthday was last week. The kids’ father walked out once Abbie was born because he confessed that he never wanted a second child in the first place.
I stretched, yawned, and realized that, sure enough, Abbie could be heard crying from her nursery.
I got out of bed and told Logan to stay in my room and watch some cartoons while I got Abbie ready for the day. Then, I headed towards the nursery, where Abbie was now pressing her little face against the crib rail.
“Abbie, good morning!” I greeted, undoing her sleep sack and lifting her out of bed and into my arms. “Let’s get you dressed and fed!”
“Hmm…” Abbie vocalized, followed by a wide, one-toothed grin.
I giggled at her cuteness and placed her on the changing table. I was about to put a fresh diaper on her when Logan came in and asked, “Mommy, what’s this? It’s got a bunch of weird drawings on it.”
“Just a minute, okay? I’m changing your sister’s diaper,” I said.
“Ooh, can I watch?!” Logan asked eagerly.
“Of course you can, bud! In fact, why don’t you go into her closet and pick out an outfit for me?”
“Okay.”
When I finished putting Abbie’s diaper on, Logan was back at my side, holding up Abbie’s “Mommy’s Little Peach” t-shirt and a pair of jeans. “I like this on her,” he said.
I smiled and took the outfit. “Me too! Great choice, Logan!”
After I got Abbie all dressed, I asked Logan again what he’d found.
Logan shrugged. “I don’t know, but it’s got some weird drawings on it,” he said as he gave me the paper.
It was then that I had a sudden flashback to high school, when my Korean friend, Chae Hyung-Won, had given me a note written completely in Korean hangul before he and his family left the country. I had kept it in a keepsake box, causing me to completely forget about translating it until now.
“Logan, these aren’t drawings,” I said. “It’s Korean writing, which they call hangul. It’s a note an old friend of mine gave me before flying back to Korea.”
“Where’s Korea?”
“It’s a two-part country off the east coast of China; the northern part is called North Korea, but nobody wants to be there because it’s very dangerous. South Korea is much nicer, so that name is what you’ll hear most often when people talk about Korea.”
“Oh, okay! Are you ever going to make the letter English?”
I sighed. “I don’t know; we’ll see.”
My housemate, Claudia Vincent, joined us and said, “Good morning! What are y’all talking about?”
“Logan found that note Hyung-Won gave me before he moved back home,” I said. “He asked me if I was ever going to have it translated, but… I don’t know. I’m just anxious as to what it might say.”
Claudia laughed. “That kid was a total gentleman! You should totally have it translated; it’s not like it’s a death threat! I’m sure Mi-Sook would be more than happy to do it.”
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Kwang Mi-Sook is our neighbor across the street. She emigrated to the States when she was a teen, but she’s still quite fluent in Korean and can read hangul without any trouble. She’s getting married soon and lives with her fiancé and their son Grayson, who is also Logan’s best friend.
I thought about it for a moment and ultimately decided, “I suppose it wouldn’t hurt. I’ll give her a call around ten to tell her I’m coming over. Logan, would you like to go play with Grayson later?”
“Yeah!” Logan cheered, jumping for joy and throwing his fist in the air.
“Great! Can you have your room cleaned up by the time we leave?”
Logan hung his head and mumbled, “Yes, Mommy.”
I ruffled his brown hair and gave him a kiss on the cheek. “It won’t take you long; just make sure your toys are picked up and put in the toy chest, and then I’ll help you make your bed.”
“Okay.”
***
Two hours later, I called Mi-Sook to ask if Logan and I could come over for a while.
“Hello?” Mi-Sook answered.
“Hey, it’s Sabrina,” I said. “I was just wondering – Logan wants to play with Grayson for a bit. Is that okay?”
“Oh, sure! Are you coming now, or what?”
“We’ll be there in about an hour; I told Logan he has to clean his room first.”
“That sounds good. Grayson’s room is pretty messy, too, so that’ll give him time to clean it.”
At eleven, I went into Logan’s room to check his progress and was pleased to see that it was much cleaner than before. Logan was sitting cross-legged in the middle of his bed, playing on his Nintendo DS.
“Oh, this looks much better!” I remarked as I looked around the room. There were still a few toys out, but I picked them up and put them away for him. “What are you playing?”
“Spider-Man,” Logan said, still looking at the screen.
“Well, it’s time to turn it off so I can help you make your bed. Then, we can go see Grayson, okay?”
Logan groaned but followed my instructions.
ADVANCE WARNING: This is my first time ever writing about Monsta X, so forgive me if something isn't accurate to the band or the individual members. lol Anyway, here's the first chapter; feel free to comment!
Chapter 1
Loganville, Georgia
Sabrina
“Mommy?” I heard my four-year-old son Logan say from the doorway of my bedroom. It was currently 7:30 am on a Saturday, and I had been fast asleep up to this point. “Sissy just woke me up.”
“Sissy” is Logan’s baby sister Abbie, whose six-month birthday was last week. The kids’ father walked out once Abbie was born because he confessed that he never wanted a second child in the first place.
I stretched, yawned, and realized that, sure enough, Abbie could be heard crying from her nursery.
I got out of bed and told Logan to stay in my room and watch some cartoons while I got Abbie ready for the day. Then, I headed towards the nursery, where Abbie was now pressing her little face against the crib rail.
“Abbie, good morning!” I greeted, undoing her sleep sack and lifting her out of bed and into my arms. “Let’s get you dressed and fed!”
“Hmm…” Abbie vocalized, followed by a wide, one-toothed grin.
I giggled at her cuteness and placed her on the changing table. I was about to put a fresh diaper on her when Logan came in and asked, “Mommy, what’s this? It’s got a bunch of weird drawings on it.”
“Just a minute, okay? I’m changing your sister’s diaper,” I said.
“Ooh, can I watch?!” Logan asked eagerly.
“Of course you can, bud! In fact, why don’t you go into her closet and pick out an outfit for me?”
“Okay.”
When I finished putting Abbie’s diaper on, Logan was back at my side, holding up Abbie’s “Mommy’s Little Peach” t-shirt and a pair of jeans. “I like this on her,” he said.
I smiled and took the outfit. “Me too! Great choice, Logan!”
After I got Abbie all dressed, I asked Logan again what he’d found.
Logan shrugged. “I don’t know, but it’s got some weird drawings on it,” he said as he gave me the paper.
It was then that I had a sudden flashback to high school, when my Korean friend, Chae Hyung-Won, had given me a note written completely in Korean hangul before he and his family left the country. I had kept it in a keepsake box, causing me to completely forget about translating it until now.
“Logan, these aren’t drawings,” I said. “It’s Korean writing, which they call hangul. It’s a note an old friend of mine gave me before flying back to Korea.”
“Where’s Korea?”
“It’s a two-part country off the east coast of China; the northern part is called North Korea, but nobody wants to be there because it’s very dangerous. South Korea is much nicer, so that name is what you’ll hear most often when people talk about Korea.”
“Oh, okay! Are you ever going to make the letter English?”
I sighed. “I don’t know; we’ll see.”
My housemate, Claudia Vincent, joined us and said, “Good morning! What are y’all talking about?”
“Logan found that note Hyung-Won gave me before he moved back home,” I said. “He asked me if I was ever going to have it translated, but… I don’t know. I’m just anxious as to what it might say.”
Claudia laughed. “That kid was a total gentleman! You should totally have it translated; it’s not like it’s a death threat! I’m sure Mi-Sook would be more than happy to do it.”
\
Kwang Mi-Sook is our neighbor across the street. She emigrated to the States when she was a teen, but she’s still quite fluent in Korean and can read hangul without any trouble. She’s getting married soon and lives with her fiancé and their son Grayson, who is also Logan’s best friend.
I thought about it for a moment and ultimately decided, “I suppose it wouldn’t hurt. I’ll give her a call around ten to tell her I’m coming over. Logan, would you like to go play with Grayson later?”
“Yeah!” Logan cheered, jumping for joy and throwing his fist in the air.
“Great! Can you have your room cleaned up by the time we leave?”
Logan hung his head and mumbled, “Yes, Mommy.”
I ruffled his brown hair and gave him a kiss on the cheek. “It won’t take you long; just make sure your toys are picked up and put in the toy chest, and then I’ll help you make your bed.”
“Okay.”
***
Two hours later, I called Mi-Sook to ask if Logan and I could come over for a while.
“Hello?” Mi-Sook answered.
“Hey, it’s Sabrina,” I said. “I was just wondering – Logan wants to play with Grayson for a bit. Is that okay?”
“Oh, sure! Are you coming now, or what?”
“We’ll be there in about an hour; I told Logan he has to clean his room first.”
“That sounds good. Grayson’s room is pretty messy, too, so that’ll give him time to clean it.”
At eleven, I went into Logan’s room to check his progress and was pleased to see that it was much cleaner than before. Logan was sitting cross-legged in the middle of his bed, playing on his Nintendo DS.
“Oh, this looks much better!” I remarked as I looked around the room. There were still a few toys out, but I picked them up and put them away for him. “What are you playing?”
“Spider-Man,” Logan said, still looking at the screen.
“Well, it’s time to turn it off so I can help you make your bed. Then, we can go see Grayson, okay?”
Logan groaned but followed my instructions.
