Damn you Doona

Minji clutched the phone tightly in her hand and tossed it across the room. She turned to pack her bags and picked up a bottle. "I'll just have Sochun buy me a new one." She huffed. "Who gives a damn about school? It's my life." Suddenly the phone began to ring, and she turned to face it. Minji walked across the room and picked up the phone, the buttons on the sides were falling out with tiny pieces of the screen. The smashed screen displayed the caller ID: Dad. Her blood ran hot, her pupils dilated, and she immediately reached to open the window and flung her battered phone. The phone swerved out the window and out of her sight.

"I'll show all of you."

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Doona sat on the toilet. This is so freaking, freaking, freaking embarrassing, she thought. She had been sitting in the bathroom stall for all of fifteen minutes. After what happened two weeks ago– the incident with Sochun and Chihun –Doona was not even