NOONA CH. 1
~ NEW BROTHER ~
Hi, my name is Logan Mitchell and I'm going to be your main character for this story. Ever once in a while, I might let the other characters get their chance or the writer if I feel like it. But anyway I'm going to tell you about when I got the worst present ever.
It takes places when I was 10 years old, I was home with my nanny playing with my favorite toys when my parents walked in with happiness in their voices.
I knew it wasn't anything good just by how perky they were.
"Logan, come here," my dad said, happily.
I got up from the floor in which I was wearing one of my new pink flowery dresses. I walked down the stairs with my nanny holding my hand and standing in the foyer area where my parents.
"Guess what we got you?" My mom asked, smiling.
"A puppy?"
"No, dear."
"A kitty?"
"Not that either." my mom said, face now turning into a frown.
"A pony?" I grinning from ear to ear.
"NO!" My father yelled before clearing his throat.
Now my little arms were folded across my chest. "If it's not a puppy, kitty or pony then I don't want it."
I turned on the heels of my shoes to head back upstairs.
"Logan, bring yourself back down here!" My dad ordered.
I huff turning back around stomping down the steps.
My mom pulled a little, shy boy out from behind her. He didn't look like us and more to it he looked frightened. "Where did you steal this boy from?!" I yelled out.
My father ran up to me and hit me on top of the head. "We didn't steal him, we adopted him. He's from South Korea and his name is Hwang Chansung. He's seven years old."
I stared at the little boy. He moved back behind my mom hiding between her legs. "I think he's broken."
(Hit)
I rubbed the top of my head. Well, he was to me.
He had big bright eyes that looked like they were about to pop out of his head.
I sigh deep again.
"So what do you want me to do with him?"
"Teach him how to do things," my father stated.
I look up at him. "Why?"
"Because that's what big sisters do."
"Why?"
"Because you're his big sister, now." my mom answered.
"Why?"
"Because he needs you," my dad said.
"Why?"
"Honey, just call a tutor to teach him," my mother finally yelled out.
Yeah, I'm a brat.
I turned around and grumbled to myself going up the steps once again. 'You couldn't just get me a puppy or kitty, it had to be a brother.'
I didn't know that I was being followed at that time. I took a step and heard two steps follow behind me. I turned around to see the little boy right behind me.
"Why are you following me!?" I snapped.
"Noona," he said.
He points to me with a smile on his face.
"I don't know what, "noona" is but I'm not."
I head to my room and close the door behind me. I sit back down and start playing with my dolls once again. Just then I hear a knock and then my door opens up. Standing at my door was the little boy. "Noona!"
"Mama, that boy is bothering me."
Just then big steps came up the stairs and stood above the boy and looked towards me.
"What's wrong, Logan," she sighed.
"Take him."
I point to him then play back to my toys.
"Why, what did he do?"
"He's bugging me," I said through my teeth.
Then the boy yells out the same word from before. "Noona."
"Goodness, why does he keep calling me that?"
My mom picks up the little boy as she walks into my room. She puts him down and he looks at me smiling with missing front teeth. "Noona!"
My mom laughs. "Noona means big sister in Korean and that's what you are to him."
"Why?"
My mom turns on her heels and leaves my room. "No, just not today, Logan."
She closes the door leaving the both of us in the room, alone. Chansung reaches for one of my toys and I snatch it from him.
"No, mine."
He stares at me and once again tries to take another doll from me.
I take that one. "NO, MINE. MINE."
He reaches for another one and I take that one, another one, and another one. Now clearing out all of the toys and leaving him with nothing.
"THIS," I point to all of the dolls and toys in the room. "MINE."
He stares at me and suddenly starts to cry. I tried to cover up his mouth to quiet him down but it was too late. My dad opens my door and stares at the both of us. "What did you do, Logan?"
"Nothing," I said, innocently.
He stares at the both of us. Chansung was crying and I was covering his mouth.
With one gesture I was told to hand him back all the toys that I took from him. He smiles at me and reaches over kissing me on the cheek. "Noona!"
I wipe away the wet kiss and cross my little arms again over my chest pouting away.
He smiles towards me as he plays with my toys.
I hate his smile.
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