Your POVIt was almost end of school year. Hayoung and I were on our way home from school. It was 8:30PM. Two more days and we can already proceed to the famous universities in Seoul. Thinking that were already adults, we decided to drink some wine at a store nearby. Meaning, we were walking along the streets of Hongdae, a bit drunk and unattended. "Ya Park So Hee, how could you force me to drink Soju before going to the university. Isnt that a bit rude for our parents?" My friend asked me with a peculiar accent."Ya, I didnt force you, you just..." I was saying when suddenly I heard a guys grunt and saw someone passed by us, running. "YAAA! MY BAG!!" Hayoung screamed and poked me hard."YAAAAAA!"  I panicked and finally came back to my senses. I left my friend and chase after him. I accidentally slipped my foot and my face hit the ground. When I got up, I saw the guy standing near a bus stop. "YAAAA!" I ran, somewhat like a dog being hit by its owner or something, someone with a broken leg.