𝐢𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲, 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐝𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐝, 𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐝.
❝ in which you piece together the fragments of your past...
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"What's with all the squealing?"
It wasn't something you had quite expected on the first day of senior high school. Sure, every student was brimming with the excitement of finally entering the next stage of life — the new friends, joining extracurricular clubs, the potential ups and downs of teenage romance (but not the studying and exams though).
But the squeals were far too ecstatic to be about mere classroom allocations.
Unfortunately for you, your impressive but not exactly spectacular entrance exam results and expressed intention to attend university had landed you in Class 5, a rank lower than the top class. Your few junior high school friends who followed you to this school were scattered throughout the other five classes, but not in yours.
So you inevitably had to suck it up, push your anxiety down and make new friends.
"I know right?" The pretty blond girl seated next to you responded with a raised eyebrow, stretching her neck to peer at classroom door. The two of you had introduced yourselves to each other when you realised that you were going to be permanent desk neighbours for the rest of the year.
"Bet its about a boy." You remarked with a cheeky smirk.
