Butterflies 🦋 chansung

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The next day was shocking, you see, it's all the same routine, greeting everyone and arriving early.

One by one again, my classmates came and everyone's busy chattering like parrots in a whole cage, squawking and gawking at one another.

Giggling and teasing sounds radiated from here and there. It's funny, my high school class is very united and all that, there might be small groups within but everyone is friends with one another since most of us here already knew each other from elementary or go to the same neighborhood.

To the point that even our parents knew one another. Everyone is just so easy to talk to and Can depend on each other. I was happy that the environment I grew up in was comfortable. It isn't like the stories you'll read on the internet or some dramatic novels of a book.

Here I am, an ordinary schoolboy lost in my thoughts while waiting for our teacher, Just an ordinary, very handsome boy and very normal.

I was an active student, My grades are pretty average and consistent. Even when I was still a kid, I truly enjoyed studying, and proud that I finish my assignments without getting help from my parents as soon as I got home.

And I still do now.

I was always on the officer list, I'm pretty sure that I'll be there, not as a president but I almost always make it on the auditor and treasurer row because I-

I like money.

My friends know that so they always put me there.

I mean, c'mon hoes, who doesn't.

Someday, I'll make it big and make a lot of bangers.

songs.

bang

Christopher bang...

He's a weird presence. Something foreign.

Yeah- I am also the guy who always brings guitar and school and have jam sessions with the whole class after classes. As I said, we're all close. It's fun.

I kinda feel bad for that Bang Guy.

The way my stupid classmates alienated him right away for looking creepy. He's good-looking and I'm pretty sure people will fawn over him.

The door slammed.

Holy mackerel.

Sweet Jesus fuck.

"Hey! No slamming of the door, Mark-"  I shouted to one of my classmates who always bang the door when he comes in. the poor sliding door might be derailed soon, hanging for its dear life.

"Fuck you, it wasn't me, Peter!" I heard mark yelling back at me from the other side of the classroom and our classmates laughed.

And the boy who just entered laughed too.

with a wide grin, "Sorry about that I thought I was late, Good morning." Channie entered and said scratching the back of his head bowing.

I malfunctioned a bit there.

Oh-

It's Bang who banged the door.

"Oh! hey!" My classmates has the same reaction as me, all too stunned at first few seconds before greeting.

"Morning, are you in the wrong class? "