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My options, Your choice

Mrs Choi: Thank you students, you may all leave now and don't forget to bring your essay and informal letters tomorrow.

Class: Thank you Mrs Choi.

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Ji Eun's POV

Seeing everyone leaving, I informed Seo Yun and Hye Jin, as I left as well, but to the restroom. I wanted to plan. Plan and put it to work, with no obstacles. Hopefully.

Arriving at the restroom's cubicle, I sat down on the toilet, with its wings or flaps, folded, stacked on, giving rise to layers, creating more than enough space for my ass to place itself down.

Planning. That's what I did.

That's it. That's my only option for now.

Getting up and flipping two flaps from the neatly stacked bases, and placing it in a way for it to rest on the tank, perpendicularly, I pushed down the tank flusher, with enough force needed for it to flush down with my index and middle finger.

Flush.

Bang.

bang.

Leaving the restroom, I walked over to the teacher's room, where all the teachers have their belongings, bags, books and paperworks, sheets and paperweights, items of students, one arranged, or scattered, depending on whether the teacher is currently working or getting ready to leave to their dearest homes.

Reaching, I locked my back to the wall, as if I was a burglar. Maybe I really am now, but it was mine to begin with. I looked around the corridor.

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Silence. That's what it screamed;

;which indicated that almost all students have left the building to have their own kind of fun, depending on their interests, with friends, food, family or books.

Shifting my gaze to the left side and over my shoulder, I peeked over the transparent, shiny glass window of the teacher's room.

Trying to catch a glimpse of, which teacher is in there, how many, what is happening, I peeked, just enough for my left eye to catch a glimpse of everything, paper cups, prolly the drinks provided to teachers by our school, papers, correction pens, handbags, coats over chairs, water bottles, books, studies related, and there it was, mine. Right on the very top, front one, as if it was something so interesting, that it had to be on full display to anyone who enters or...? peeks.

Yeah sure, let's add that, why not?

Other than that, a teacher, our english literature teacher, Mrs Choi was seated. She isn't particularly a strict teacher, thankfully. But surely ain't the most sweetest teacher as well, who would understand students feelings and behaviour and let a chuckle release from their mouth, at their childlike innocence.

She was the type who would have all her ears open when you want to speak up or inform about something.

But I am sure, she wouldn't allow me to take the book, even if I said it was an important one, as I haven't got the permission from the actual teacher I am supposed to ask from, Mrs Titan.

Moving more towards my right side, that is away from the glass window I was peeking through, I heaved a sigh and relaxed my back, which I suppose had a tense makeout session, with the rough, yet massage-worthy, textured, beige wall.