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Music Companion : Sweater Weather by The Neighborhood
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I walked into the crowded school, heavy bag filled with books slung over my shoulders as my feet dragged me against the hard pavement.
Shielding my eyes from the thriving rays of the Sun, I squinted but stepped faster into the large building.
The school building was large and luxurious. Outside walls painted in cream white with no hints of dirt, giving out an aura of freshness and cleanliness.
The lockers on each side of the hallway were dark purple and clean. The whole building looked new and neat, floor shiny, and doors a fresh wood color, glass entrance doors.
While the school was everything envisioned in the movies, the students? They were dumb as fuck.
I dropped my hand and continued to saunter inside. Students were filled up in the vast hallway, some leaning on their lockers and playing games alone while some chattered and laughed with their friends. Some were simply sitting down and painting while many tried to figure out their difficult locker pins.
I took in the everyday scene, trying to unleash every negative thought but going forward towards my own locker and praying for an interesting day.
"Y/n!"
I didn't turn around but waited for the person to come forward, wide grin involuntarily annoying me a little so early in the morning.
Seulgi's whole smiley demeanor washed off in a second, brown eyes widening in appal as they did before every math lesson, "Oh my god! I forgot to do the assignment again, please gimme yours! I swear I'll return it before the math lesson!"
I remained immobile and only stared at the shorter girl whose medium-length, thin hair was tied in a messy bun. A little chuckle left through my lips as I remembered the easy math task our previous math teacher had assigned us before getting caught buying drugs from a student and bidding goodbye to her entire career.
She did teach good math though.
I took out my notebook from my bag and passed it to her, "I'll try to change the numbers a bit, the new teacher won't suspect shit." My best friend mumbled in determination and my eyebrow raised, "In math?"
Her big brown eyes darted on me and laughed openly and loudly, "Doesn't matter, I'm here just to pass fine. After all, my friend, the topper is here to help me."
