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My name is Golf Ball Choi. Just a few weeks ago, I've celebrated my fifteenth birthday. My birthday was a normal birthday. But due to the unfortunate death of my dad, the only thing most of my relatives got me was a total of ₩382,655.
Because to this a few girls from my class and decided to beg me for money to start their dumb rock band group.
"You're the only Japanese person we know," Match said. I'd roll my eyes at them, but unfortunately they refuse to leave me alone.
"We'll make you the lead singer," Pencil said. I actually don't like singing.
"But pence-pence! I wanted to do that!" Match whined. I could care less which one of them did it. Why are they here?
"You can't even sing." Was something I managed to hear out of the shorter one behind them. I remember her being taller than me last time…
"I still don't know why you are here," I say. If they don't explain in the next five seconds I'm going to close the door.
"We're going to be a famous girl group!" Bubble squealed. "And we already wrote a few songs so…"
I don't care, I really don't care. They're wasting so much my time when I could be doing something like actually spending my birthday money.
"Come on Gee-Bee, don't be an asshole," Pencil said.
Why would I fall for that? That's such a stupid trick! I could give less of a shit about whatever they're doing. "I'll go get the money."