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Hero’s Journeys Final- Ada Wang

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Ada Wang 7-4
† Part 1 †
∞ How’s Minji? ∞
“Jeez, what took you guys so long to get just a sandwich?” Wendy asked.

“The line was like a million miles long,” Yun answered. I really like her name. It means “cloud”, better than mine.

“Guess who I saw in the line?” I asked, “I saw Bess!”

“I thought she moved away already.” JY said, “the same year as Minji.”

We didn’t know Bess that well, but Minji was a familiar name. She used to be a good friend of ours, moved away some half decades ago, I kind of already forgot about her. “How’s Minji these days? Y’all been in touch with her?” I asked.

“No,” Wendy said as she took out her phone, “I was bothered by the time difference so I never called her.”

“Oh. I’ll call her then.” I took out my phone. Minji lives five hours away from us, in Auckland. It’s 12’o clock, 5’o clock at her time. I dialed her number, someone picked up the phone, but there was no sounds. “Hi Minji? How’s life?” I asked after some hesitation. I wasn’t sure if it’s her.

“Hi. W, is it?” That woman asked.

“Yes, it’s me. May I have Minji on the phone please?”
† Part 2 †
∞ Minji Died ∞
“This is Minji’s cousin, Hyoyeon. She…just died yesterday, lung problems. They said it might because of some kind of air pollution. But how can air pollution kill a person? I… I don’t understand.” I think she started sobbing.

“Mkay. Thanks for the news. We’ll try to get to her funeral, it’s the month after next right? Ya, July. All of the Future members feel sorry for your lost, Hyoyeon. See you later.” I hung up.

“Minji…died?” Wendy spoke after a long time of awkward silence.

“Ya. Lung problems.” I answered.

“I don’t think it’s that easy,” Yun said. “Minji is strong. You guys all know it. She isn’t the kind that will die with air pollution. Her cardio and lungs are perfect.”

“I agree. We should go check.” JY finally said. “My mom has this friend that studies climate and air, her name’s Jessi. We can get some informations from her beforehand so that we can-”

“Y’all are just making this sound a lot more simple than it is.” Wendy said. “My mom won’t let me go. I ain’t even a high schooler yet. And how are we supposed to solve this when a doctor said he can’t?”
We all went silent. All of us four knew that it is impossible and hard to get to that place. Auckland is a thirteen-hour international flight. How are we supposed to get there? Even if we convinced our parents to go there for her funeral, how are we going to have this riddle, or case, solved? We sat silently in the restaurant for about half an hour. Time wasn’t flying. We weren’t having fun. We were just sitting there, waiting for the clock to tick. I knew Yun isn’t the kind of person to give up easily on her thoughts. She’s going to be thinking about it for the rest of the day. Or maybe even the rest of the week. Minji’s funeral will be two months away in July, and it means that we have about two weeks to book the flight ticket if we are going anywhere. I certainly believe in how fast Yun does things, but this time it’s different. We all will have to think about it, but I guess getting some information from Jessi won’t do any extra harm. “Alright,” I said. “It’s time for us to go do some album shopping. Or…flight booking if you want.”

“Oh W, you ain’t being a dictator no more. What an improvement.” Wendy laughed.

“I’ll take that as a sign of you not wanting to join.” I tried to sound as serious as I can.

“Oh welp, she went back to her dictatorship.” JY shrugged. “Anyways, as I was saying, Jessi, my mom’s friend might be helpful. Hold on, I’ll call her. Hey Jessi how’s life going? Great? Ya sure, but not for us right now. A friend of ours just passed away, the doctors at Auckland said that it was a lung problem. I don’t know. We…kinda wanna go there and check. Can we go to your place some time this afternoon for further information about air stuff? Will 3:30 do? Alright, thanks Jessi, see you later.” She turned back to us. “We still have two hours before that. She lives in Chaoyang. So…album shopping?”
We all went silent. All of us four knew that it is impossible and hard to get to that place. Auckland is a thirteen-hour international flight. How are we supposed to get there? Even if we convinced our parents to go there for her funeral, how are we going to have this riddle, or case, solved? We sat silently in the restaurant for about half an hour. Time wasn’t flying. We weren’t having fun. We were just sitting there, waiting for the clock to tick. I knew Yun isn’t the kind of person to give up easily on her thoughts. She’s going to be thinking about it for the rest of the day. Or maybe even the rest of the week. Minji’s funeral will be two months away in July, and it means that we have about two weeks to book the flight ticket if we are going anywhere. I certainly believe in how fast Yun does things, but this time it’s different. We all will have to think about it, but I guess getting some information from Jessi won’t do any extra harm. “Alright,” I said. “It’s time for us to go do some album shopping. Or…flight booking if you want.”

“Oh W, you ain’t being a dictator no more. What an improvement.” Wendy laughed.

“I’ll take that as a sign of you not wanting to join.” I tried to sound as serious as I can.

“Oh welp, she went back to her dictatorship.” JY shrugged. “Anyways, as I was saying, Jessi, my mom’s friend might be helpful. Hold on, I’ll call her. Hey Jessi how’s life going? Great? Ya sure, but not for us right now. A friend of ours just passed away, the doctors at Auckland said that it was a lung problem. I don’t know. We…kinda wanna go there and check. Can we go to your place some time this afternoon for further information about air stuff? Will 3:30 do? Alright, thanks Jessi, see you later.” She turned back to us. “We still have two hours before that. She lives in Chaoyang. So…album shopping?”
A kind reminder for you people that might be reading this, don’t ever bring up the topic of album shopping or anything about K-Pop in front of us four (we call ourselves Future). That’s when most troubles come.
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