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As I walk through the open arena door, the smell of stale lager and sweat arises. Crowds already gathered in an indoor concert, I could see the heat, and the atmosphere filled with excitement, but the lights have not yet dim for the main act; the stage is visible even from the back for its performers.
Before the day has started, I was already inside the classroom in my newly washed uniform, and I feel ready for their lesson of the day.Mairin just came so late at night, been with her friends for a long t
"Who are you?" I said, almost stuttered as I fought a rising panic. I stared at his six-foot-five frame leaning against the large pillar, dressed in a usual assortment of the dark purple overcoat with silver damask patterns down the front and splicing loose pants. His inner clothes were black and gold that highli
The early sun filtered through the clouds, signaling the beautiful morning, birds chirping. The students arrive through the gates, hustling and bustling down the corridors. The bell rings, and everybody runs and goes into their respective rooms.I sit on the edge of the plastic chair, bathing me from the sunlight right outside the window, and
It was a good day in the city. The long night of heavy rain had washed every sidewalk and gutters clean, and tincture of freshness still lingered in the air despite the sun and the vehicle fumes. The clouds were as puffs of radiant joy, ready to dispense into the wind. Already, the place was humming in activities.
It was late afternoon when I arrived at Hyeon's residence. I did not make any sound as I entered the house. Everything seems quiet, so I made my way to the stairs. Mairin still isn't home even the driver fetched her, and she never let me join her in the car.And for Kurai. He was still with the Principal when I left. He let his driver accompany me home.
"How do I look?"I stood and stared at herself on the wall-mounted looking glass in my new black A-line dress with a black choker and a white color in a preppy style; hair styled in a messy bun, and a pair of white classic ballerina flats.
*Nestled in her casual green barrel chair, cozy as it was, she was watching the singing audition while perusing her social media page on the massive microLED television attached to the wall. A random person took a video and shared it with the internet.