bracelet | jay

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"bracelets"

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"lee chaerin," the brunette girl spoke in front of her new class.

the teacher motioned her to sit at the empty desk near the back. she nodded as she made her way there.

sitting down, placing her bag next to her. she was already uncomfortable. in fact, she's been uncomfortable once she put on the school uniform had contact with her skin.

chaerin hated moving from place to place. it was physically and mentally tiring to deal with.

there were more cons than benefits. it was hard to keep friends, it takes awhile to get used to the neighbourhood and area, so on.

her parents have good paying jobs, but they require a lot of moving. chaerin didn't understand why they kept bringing her everywhere, it was pointless. let's also not forget the fact that her parents don't give any fucks about her.

her sister, lee chaeyoung. she's in her second or third year of university. chaerin isn't close with her sister for many reasons. one of them is because chaeyoung is too perfect, but we'll cover that topic another time. (i don't know anything about university by the way.)

the brunette sighed as she looked down at her skirt. the black skirt with her white top and blazer pairing with it. the uniform was icky in chaerin's eyes, it even felt icky against her skin.

she has to start getting used to everything once again. the school, the new house, her classmates.

but what's the point? chaerin knew that she's going to leave the area in a few months anyway.

the bell rung in her ears like fingernails on a chalkboard. she squinted her eyes at the sudden noise, picking up her bag to take out a notebook for the next subject being taught.

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lunch time was everyone's favourite time, but not chaerin's.

chaerin hated it.

she found herself avoiding socialization. she didn't want to make friends. she didn't want to feel that sadness she felt the first time she moved again.

chaerin would either not eat and go to the library, or eat in a bathroom stall. these were the best ways to avoid any form of human interaction.

you'd think chaerin would go to the library to read or do extra work, but really she would listen to music and just doodle.

music was chaerin's escape from reality. that might be something you hear very often, "music is an escape from reality."

the tunes would put chaerin in a more positive mood, sometimes. calm, happy, but sometimes sad. it all depended on the genre.

she placed her earbuds in, playing the first playlist her eyes landed on. the closed her eyes, drowning in the song notes. she spent the entire hour of lunch, listening to music.

the bell made an excruciating noise. chaerin sighed as she got up, getting ready to go to her next class.

exiting the library, seeing students rushing towards their class that were nowhere near them. she collided with a breathing human.