In which a girl writes imagines and scenarios for the girl who doesn't have porcelain skin and/or the opportunity for one of the boys to run their hand through her bone straight hair.
Side note: Does not mean that other races can't enjoy this book...
MIN YOONGI. everyone has that one class that they hated the most and there was nothing in the world that could make that person like it. it was like a pain in the ass that wouldn't go away.
geography was that pain in the ass for y/n as it was a requirement for the junior to graduate the next academic year. with the help of her crush min yoongi and countless of youtube videos, maybe geography wasn't so bad after all.
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Starring at the mouth of the professor who just went on and on about the creation of rocks, Y/N sighed into the palm of her hand, wondering what she did to deserve this type of punishment.
This wasn't the first time that Geography was becoming a bore to her as time ticked on and her eye lids were becoming heavier, and it certainly would not be the last time she experienced it.
The class did not spark anything within her tired body and Y/N dreaded waking up on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays and pushing herself to be in her seat by 9:00 am, with at least something to take her notes on.
Looking down at the bareness of the first page of the class designated notebook, it was going on the third week of class and she still did not have any notes written down. It was a shame to say the least, but there was no motivation whatsoever on her part.
Every week since the semester started, she promised herself that she wouldn't slack off like she did the prior semester, but once she took a seat in her unassigned, but assigned seat, in her mind, it was game over.
This class was basically a bore to her and just another requirement for her to graduate on time.
If she could, she would have dropped the class in a heartbeat, but that would mean that she would have to take Astrology instead, and trust and believe, she didn't want to have that class either.
Why in the fuck did she had to learn about streaming discharge when ultimately she wanted to be a elementary school teacher? It did not make any sense to her, but then again, a lot of things was questionable in her mind.
Having that thought of leaving this forsaken place that she paid thousands of dollars for to a classroom that was hers, but filled with eager learning children, made her heart swell.
Matter of factly, the thought made somewhat of an impact on the young woman as she grabbed a pencil from her pencil pouch that resembled a panda and wrote down the last sentence of the slide before the professor went on to the next topic of today's discussion.
Of course, that determination only lasted for about a minute before the pencil once again found its home in the pencil pouch and that one sentence was all she wrote on that piece of notebook paper.
Focusing her attention back of the movements of Mr. Jackson, he was the epitome of a boring person. Having a pair of slacks as choice of style and a white buttoned down to compliment it with, that was what he wore every time she visited his classroom. There was never a different color shirt or even a pair of jeans whatsoever.
