I was just walking down the hallway. I finished the homework for the summer vacation. There was a diary where we wrote down what we did in the summer, the teacher asked for it. I filled all the pages and was holding 3 notebooks in a row with my right hand. I entered my new class. There were no newcomers to the class. It would be good if not. I don't get used to sudden people. It takes me a long time to get used to it. But it probably would. Because the girl sitting in the front row, told her class group that she would be moving to another city and leaving during the summer break. But there was no one new in sight. I gave up and took my seat. I would certainly meet him.
In the literature lesson;
Mr. Sang:
"Guys, I hope you've done your homework and I'm getting your friend to collect. Yes Dan, can you collect?"
He was a kid sitting in the front row, harming no one. He collected it and handed it over to the teacher and sat down.
Mr. Sang:
"Yes, this was your first assignment. We came to the second assignment. In this I want you to write down what you went through during this term. The special things that happened in your life. Just you will keep it."
He laughed lightly.
"Because your privates will be written. But I will only look blindly. This notebook will be a memory for you and will carry your past to you. Remember, the only thing that will not mislead you in your life is pen and paper."
I took note of what you said. While listening to the teacher, the doorbell rang.
Mr. Sang:
"Come. "
A sweet boy entered. The glasses in his eyes made it even cuter. Her brown hair accentuated her face even more. If the sun hits her glasses, I can still see her bright brown eyes. He is 1.70 or so tall. I think he has some muscle, but it wasn't obvious from the black sweater he was wearing over his school uniform. I knew these types well. I'm sure it doesn't do any harm.
There are at most 7 people in the class who are like me properly.
When the teacher told me to get ahead of me, he moved towards the row in front of me. He looked at me as I got in line. His eyes are clearer now. His slanting eyes looked like a cat's. He gave a small nod, smiled, and sat down. He immediately took out his notebook and began to listen to the lesson. This one was from me and that was fine.
Others in the class were either bullies or heartless people who wanted to hang out with bullies. I had already set up my own circle by not wearing them.
The people around me were people who didn't want trouble but would give their mouths if needed. We do not use anyone for profit and we do not turn a business behind them. That's why those outside of us don't get along very well with us, but we still keep our cool. I have no affiliation with the bad girl.
I am not a bad girl.
I neither look alike nor behave rudely. I just like to help.
After recess, the teacher and the others went out. When the wind blowing through the door swirled, the smell of the new child involuntarily came to my nose. She was using 🥥coconut🥥 shampoo and it smelled so sweet. Inevitably, I smelled my own hair. Even though I took a shower early in the morning, my hair was dry. Mine smelled the same. She loved my favorite scents too. I said anyway and took out the notebook of the other lesson. Others were coming to meet the new boy. I was wondering what they would do.
(Maybe I wanted to get to know the new kid. Ahhh... what nonsense I am)
I was both browsing my notebook and listening to them.
𝗠𝗮𝗿𝗸:
"What's up, new kid."
𝗡𝗲𝘄 𝗖𝗵𝗶𝗹𝗱:
"I-I'm fine."
𝗗𝘄𝗮𝗻𝗴:
-"Let's meet. "
𝗡𝗲𝘄 𝗖𝗵𝗶𝗹𝗱:
-"O- OK. "
𝗛𝗮𝗻𝗴:
-"Come on, new kid, relax. You'll catch everyone's eye if you keep being like this.
(Leaning 90 degrees towards him)
- Especially us.
(He took the new kid's glasses, folded them neatly and put them on his notebook.)
-Let's meet again when you can introduce yourself "Dae-ho ".
As they left, I glanced back at them. He had watched what would happen with ours. Only they noticed my reaction. Dae-ho was standing with his head down as he was bent over. I wanted to go up to him and pat his back and give him morale. When I thought about what kind of person I am,
I guess I wanted too much.
𝐎𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 (𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞)
I send my regards to whoever is reading this. I Came here to write a story just to distract myself. And I threw in the character names. Character introductions will come in the second episode if it holds up. I'm new here and my native language is not English. So there may be some mistakes in what I wrote because I'm looking at it from the translation (LoL). Anyway. I hope you see and understand what I'm saying. Thank you in advance for your likes and views. Leave your comments.