'So it's going to be one of those days?'

I reckon to myself, pressing on the scratch I just received from the corner of my desk as I leaned down to pick up my lippy.

My autumn break is over and I have already bought all my books for the second term of my final secondary school year in the private school I'm attending along with my younger brother.

I'm still feeling sorta disappointed since what I have planned has gone with the wind. Well, actually, I'm greatly disappointed. Unlike the last few years, our school's director announced that we would received few exchange students who applied for the program, this time with their partners institutions in Seoul.

Surely I am disappointed but still can't believe school time is coming to an end.

Am I sad to leave it all behind? All my friends-the family, that I've come to know over the past few years ? To know this is my last year to run track and play hockey, my last year waking up early just so I could get to school early so I could hang out with my lads?

My mind has been clouded constantly with these thoughts since yesterday evening when the full realization of this fact hit me as I was out at our favorite cafe shop with Jin-hee, Lily, Jake and Sun-woo-the closest beasts I call mates.

It is not like I am not looking forward to the future, quite the opposite. I am ecstatic and thrilled. I have made my mind up and decided to pursue a career in modelling. I'd moving down to the southeastern part of mainland Australia, within the state of Victoria. Melbourne just seems my best choice and is the perfect place to start with.

Pretty sure my parents would highly disagree with my decision, even disowned me, or send me back to Seoul at my halmeoni (grandma) in worst and most terrible scenarios, but that is the only thing I am good at so I have to fight for.

Despite I'd never considered modeling as a career before, but world is changing in every tick of second let alone changing minds. Yes I'd collected pictures of supermodels and beautiful actresses from magazines and have posters on the walls. I primp, pose and preen in front of my bedroom mirror when no one is around. In the privacy of my bedroom, enjoying my own lithe, young body and its smiling reflection.

I'd humbly say that the big thing in my favour is mainly my looks. I'm gorgeous. I have a beautiful, fit body standing at 1.75 cm, thanks to the genes I inherited from my father. I also have an absolutely flawless skin of a fine silken texture, and a face that Miss Universe would have envied. I've been familiar with people often praised my appearance as the epitome of the Korean beauty standard. Big eyes with double eyelids, a small heart-shaped face, pale skin, plump lips, and straight eyebrows.

I still haven't contacted any of modelling agencies here in Brisbane. To not put blame solely on my laziness, some of those agencies are actually scams. Plus, I almost have zero experience. And even don't have a proper portfolio. There was only one time I did a photo shoot and I liked it. That was for Beomgyu - my brother's bestfriend, filling up for a model who couldn't made it at last minute.

I know if I'd give it a try, I should be a hit as a model. I just have to make it and make sure I hung onto it. Don't get me wrong. I also consider the down side of modelling as a career. I have to work bloody hard, but that won't worry me.

To go professional, I need to check for training classes specifically for modelling as Kkyu suggested. I've found one and started with them in this past holiday, my family still unaware of it, though. They're still thinking I was hanging around with Jin-hee and Lily.

There is other types of classes which could be more beneficial for my future career, like dance and acting classes- to improve my movement quality and to help feel more comfortable speaking and to gain more confidence. But since I am still considered as a minor who needs parents approval, I have to wait till my 18th to do it by myself without supervision.

Fitness sessions are required too, to stay in shape. Speaking of fitness I am not much concerned since I am a runner, a member in the hockey team of our school, have a blue belt in Taekwondo and hitting the gym twice a week. Yes, looks can be deceiving sometimes, I can't kill a bug but hey I could put on a nice fight if I'd be obliged to.

So everything seems good and my life is going well so far. I couldn't ask for more.

Anyway, back to the story, so I stopped pressing on the scratch and saw it still bleeding,

'Ergh.. what a way to go Chae-won-ah! Great start to the day!'

I grumble to myself as I run it under some cool water in the bathroom basin, eventually it stops bleeding. I disinfected it and brought an adhesive wound dressing. I laid the pad directly on the wound to cover it so it wouldn't go septic.

I went back into my room and saw that it points at 8:12 am, it is still too early to get going, so I dump my slippers and slid into the warm cocoon of my bed. Checking through my Instagram feed, scrolling down the pages silently while listening to my idols Stray Kids playing in the background till I proceeded to fall asleep again, typical.

I wake up in a flat panic not knowing what the time is, only to discover I'd only been asleep for ten minutes. I got myself ready then went downstairs to have my brekky.

My parents left early for work. Appa (my dad) had established his business in Brisbane for about twenty years left. Eomma (my mother) is a counselor and a partner in a successful law firm which made her a respected member in the Korean community in Australia.

Uh. I forgot to introduce myself properly. So here we go. The name on my ID card is Choi Chae-won. I haven't adopted any english name to go with while interacting with westerners, nor having nicknames like most do.

I am 17 years old, just three weeks shy of my 18th birthday.

I am the third born child to a traditional and very strict Korean set of parents, out of four children and the least favorite, unfortunate me.

The old one is Hyorin unnie, my genius 26 years old sister, the pride of our family. A black belt shotokan karate, better not to mess with, her kicks are deadly! A four languages fluent-tongued and a respected university lecturer and researcher, instructing and doing researches in politics sciences and international relations department in Melbourne university, one of the top universities in the country.

Our second born is my mother's apple eye, my sweet Yeon-Jun oppa. He is a Karateka, too and recently got his black belt in Taekwondo. He is a junior college student doing duel degrees course at the university in two incredibly challenging fields: Petroleum Engineering while is doing Law Management in the meantime, he said this could offered him the opportunity to deepen his knowledge and potentially develop new skills, preparing him to join appa in our family business in the future.

Oppa is doing very well, but in my armchair psychologist opinion, I guess this would just stressed him out and drain all his energy, living up to everyone's expectations while still in his 22 years of age seems like a heavy burden on his shoulders. I could bet his charming exterior is far different from what he keeps hidden inside of him.

As about me, there is not much to say except of my wish behind pursuing a career in fashion world, because I am doing no good with my academics compared to my siblings. I barely manage to get passable grades. I hate studying. Besides, becoming a model wouldn't stress my brain like algebra would. Just thinking of the attention I would receive! Having my hair and make-up done, designers at my beck and call, trips around the world, walking runways and attend events.

My inner fangirl says it gives us more opportunities to maybe escort Felix or Hyunjin in some important events.

Well, let's keep fingers crossed!

Long story short I would be around celebrities and I would do just fine as in living a glamorous and adventurous life rather than sitting behind a desk and get piles. Not to mention that I am always the last one to lean on. I have never been expected to take on any great responsibility as is expected of Unnie and Oppa.

And of course, the last one and the not easily to forget, the narcissist prat– close to an enemy of a brother who is a year younger than me, the maknae of the household, Tae-hyun.

I don't greatly care what he looks like. Okay, fine, I guess. I'm told he has a great personality and loads of charm blah blah blah. I had to be told because I'm quite sure he never wasted his personality and charm using it on me. You see, growing up, Taehyun had been rotten to me, always breaking my toys and getting me into troubles with my parents. And while we reached our teen years, he switched to teasing me about no boy finding me attractive and mocking everything I do.

However, I have to agree that he is kinda handsome. Pretty face with a slim but athletic body. Thanks to his constant training at the neighborhood dojo. He is juduka and an integral member of the highschool's basketball team, alongside with Hyuka and Jake, my friend.