Because you, Kim Haneul are from a poor family in Mokpo, you will not be able to finish high school. Your grandpa, however, left you with an inhertance: a check to pay for an entire school years tuition, payable to Seoul High School, one of the most prestigious high schools in the country. It would have been great, however... Seoul High is an all-boys school. And you are a girl.  How to Read:CLICK THE PHRASES THAT LOOK LIKE THIS to choose your path.   Foreword I remember the day it all started...The cherry blossoms had bloomed early that year. Inside your grandparents house, Mokpo, South Korea "Haraboji, please dont die," you cry."Oh, pretty nurse, is it time for my checkup?" the old man lying on the bed asks softly.Your mother grasps your fathers arm tightly as she lets out her tears in quiet sobs."Harabojiii," you say. "Im Kim Haneul. You are my grandpa.""Ah... Kim Haneul... Haneul... Haneul-ah..."He... he remembers me... "Haneul-ah... Everything is going to be okay," he lets out a weak smile. "I left you a gift that I saved up for with my pension. You wont have to stop school anymore. You can finish college and get a good job... a good life..." "Haraboji..." You cant control your tears anymore. "Im so happy. Thank you so much for your hard work!" "Ive finished all my responsibilities here in this world... Make good use of it. Live life to the fullest, and follow your dreams, no matter what.""Appa," your mother cries, "please dont leave us yet." "My daughter, you have done well. Dont overwork yourself and remember to enjoy the little things in life," he turns to your father and coughs, "Take care of this family. Spend time with them and dont sell your soul for money."He turns back to you and says with his dying breath, "Live life with no regrets. Everything brings you forward, and as for the bad things, learn from them and charge it to experience. Seek happiness..." "Haraboji? HARABOJI??""APPA!!!" .........As I walk down this street that I have gotten to know so well, I miss him as though he had been gone for decades although it has only been a few weeks. I replay our moments together as the cool spring breeze blows in my hair.My grandfather was a very wise man and he lived a very simple life. He taught me a lot of things, and even after he started to forget things, he wouldnt stop filling me with these lessons that I had kept in my heart. (Half of which I dont understand fully yet. ._.)When we got back home, my mom took out the check that he had left behind as part of his will. Her eyes widened with shock as she looked at it. She gave it to me. Oh, haraboji, wae?? It said: Seoul High School. Its one of the best high schools in the country.  And its also an all-boys school.  "Haneul-ah, what do we do? Its only for Seoul High School," she cried. "Appa wasted his pension on this."  "Omma, it cant be helped. Ill just give up my dream and start looking for work." "No, omma, he didnt waste a single won. I will go to Seoul High School as a boy."