My name is Rowan Jace Milo. Yes, I know, three different names—but Jace is actually my middle name, after my grandfather. I’m 23 years old. I was born with hazel-green-blue eyes, and nobody knows why. I still live with my dad and my 14-year-old sister in South Korea. My mom died in a car accident last year, and I still miss her. I auditioned for YG Entertainment but got eliminated from the survival show seven years ago because I couldn’t rap fast enough. I was so depressed afterward. I have one best friend—his name is Eli—and he came over to my house. “Bro, has your sister seen IDID’s new album?” he asked. “No, I don’t think so, but I’ll ask her just in case,” I said, sitting on my bed scrolling through my phone. IDID is a boy K-pop group. Eli said, “Ok.” Eli was only a year younger than me, so he always called me “old.” It pisses me off, honestly, but I had to stay quiet, or he would throw my phone out the window. “You should come to my house one day and try my cooking food. I have good cooking skills,” Eli said. He was obviously lying. Bro, it’s terrible! But I chew his food like gum—seriously, even a baby could cook better than him. No offense. Later, Avery came running to me like a little girl. “ROWAN…ROWAN!! Guess what???” she said, jumping like a kangaroo. “What???” “I GOT AN A+ ON MY MATH TEST… so I deserve a prize!” I laughed happily. “Fine. What do you want?” “IDID’s new album!! I looked online—it’s only 80 dollars!” I had a heart attack. “WHAT?! Nah, bro, I don’t have enough money.” “No, you’re better than that!” she said, giving me puppy eyes. Eh, I’ll just steal money from Eli I mean he won’t mind. “Bet that!” I said, giving an evil smile. “YAY!! YOU’RE THE BEST BROTHER EVER!” Avery hugged me and ran away. She acts like she’s five years old, and honestly, to me, she is five years old. THE END… FOR NOW.
idk the 1st parts are always boring
