Either the crowded class meeting or the school holidays have passed. It's the first day of the new semester. There is a new regulation made by a counseling teacher. Mrs. Yolanda arranged the seating position in the classroom. Every day the seating of students should be rolling so they do not feel bored. Also children who are usually too lazy to listen to lessons by deliberately choosing the back seat and clustering, chatting during class hours can be separated. Since this has been a mutual agreement then they abide by the rules. The rules are like this. The person who today sits on the front row aka the first seat, the next day sits on the back row aka the sixth seat. While the person on the sixth seat, advance one chair to the fifth seat. Likewise with the person sitting in front will advance one chair so on. So the rules rolled every day. Then every day they moved seats, more or less so the explanation. “Come on, keep going... Five more minutes!!" Exclaimed Mr. Karl the sports tea

After the lesson Debbie and her friends were doing volunteer work cleaning the class on their own initiative. Debbie swept the classroom floor full of dust and plastic snacks scattered. While Kinsey knelt in front of the table to take out the trash from the desk drawer with difficulty. Emma erases a whiteboard full of scribbles. While Kia sits on the table busy fiddling with Emma's phone. Even if today or tomorrow is not their turn to picket. Anyway, there is nothing wrong, especially considering the other 11-7 inhabitants, the awareness of cleanliness is very lacking. The problem is to be done again. So if not them, who else. Because their class was labeled as the dirtiest class, there was even a case of a teacher not wanting to come in class 11-7. Do not want to teach because of the reputation of the dirtiest class that is already famous among teachers. After the whole class worked together to clean up the class, the teacher was picked up by the class leader and wanted to teach ag

Let's forget the illness relation between Eric and Debbie. There was a shocking incident in the classroom. This is not only a hot conversation between the inhabitants of 11-7 but also their peers and upperclassmen. Especially for those closest to the following three main characters. Even the case came to the counseling teacher's desk and certainly also with the homeroom teacher. The three main characters were Rocky, Maura and upperclassmen disguised by the names, they call him—Jae. Can imagine it, the case related to the three main characters, yeah, love triangle. “You look at the face, it's bruises everywhere.” Kia started gossiping that morning. How not to be the subject of conversation with the condition of the face so. When Rocky arrived in class earlier, all eyes and attention of the class residents were on him. "Fighting, huh?” Debbie asked only this time seeing people's faces after a fight. “Definitely! That's punch marks.” So sorry about the question Debbie asked which s

The bell signaling the end of the lesson for the afternoon rang on time. Some students remain in their classes. For students who stay, they have their own reasons. The simple explanation is because if you directly invade the cafeteria for snacks at this crucial time, it will certainly be crowded with competitors. This condition creates a camp of some students who choose to stay in the classroom, lazy jostling. For kids like this, they usually have friends who are relied on to leave snacks. Then there are also types who rule the canteen in groups, including Debbie and friends. As usual after the lesson was over and the lunch break arrived, they immediately stormed the cafeteria to stay there for a long time. Debbie had to move quickly, being the first to have her order served the earliest to fit the duration of the lunch break. Yes, lunch break has always been a battlefield for entrails hunters. After ordering food at the canteen, Debbie sat back to join her friends. “You were talki

After school Debbie gathered all friends outside the school in their favorite hangout location near the school, they call it, a park with a round table. While others are talking excitedly who knows what it is, Debbie can not follow the direction of their conversation because her mind is full of one thing. pensive herself, as if she wasn't there locked in trouble. Not aware of the gaze of friends who are now fixed on her. she didn't look as excited as usual. If there is a problem why not share it, her friends are all here ready to listen. Debbie woke up from a daydream and realized that silence was enveloping between them. She is no longer able to hide, only to them she can tell frankly. Turn to look at each face. Debbie sighed deeply before beginning to speak. “It seems, I like Eric.” After complaining though, Debbie has been honest about her feelings. There will be a sense which is now different even though there are still doubts in her heart. Which she hopes is just a momentary