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.
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