Rewind

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Summary

At times, there are specific moments in our life that we seek to go back to and redo it if we could have a chance. But what if you could, and then you can't stop going back.More importantly, what if the story kept changing? PS. This is kinda my first story in inkitt, I'm not really good with summaries.

Status
Ongoing
Chapters
1
Rating
n/a
Age Rating
16+

Chapter 1

She sits at the back, the far one behind at


the corner. Where the teacher's figure


looks nothing more than a blurry notion


on the podium. That's her favorite seat;


she gets there right before most people.


Very early in the morning. She doesn't


know you get there first, putting your


worn out orange satchel on the chair. The


same one you snagged for free in a buy


out sale.



Then she sits down quickly, her wrinkled


brown coat swaying with mustard stains


at the sleeves and her lips stained with


coffee. You find it quite endearing, and you


struggle to keep the smile off your face.


Her eyes light up with pleasure, legs


tapping to whatever was playing on her


airpods. You smile, because it's impossible

not to when she is around and your


thoughts have been wandering to her


these days. It hammers you what she is


Listening to so happily, that she easily


blocks the whole world out. You itch to tap


her curiously on the shoulder and ask, of


it's BTS that's got her so blocked off. Then


you shake your head at your stupidity,


Wondering why you feel everyone likes


kpop like you do.


But still, you're very determined to do it.


Your hand is stretched forward now,


almost close to her ear. She has eyes


closed, the song ministering into her ears.


The teacher walks in, interrupting


yourdefining moment. You stifle back a


sigh of annoyance, the girl opens her eyes,


blinking quite foolishly and flusterdly


reaches for her pen. The teacher grins


widely and you feel chills run down your


back, for Mr ola did not smile unless evil


was being planned.


" Well class, I'm afraid, we are going to be


having a test. It contains twenty percent


of your cumulative. So, better write well"


he admonishes. Stupid prick.


You slouch desperately on the chair,


because you know you don't know shit.


She sighs and you catch her muttering a


plea for death, your eyes meet and she


smiles. It's beautiful, but it doesn't last


long. The smile becomes wider, and her


teeth are looking not very human and you


realize at the last moment, before she


stabbed you in the neck that her tapping


legs were decaying and...



You never did get her name.