"You shouldn't have to dozed off like that everywhere kid! But, you must be lucky! A young boy is chasing after the thief who stole your bag. He saw the whole thing and immediately went after him."
"No need to stress, he'll definitely return your belongings. You should chase after him too, they went in that direction," the lady gestured.
"Really! Thank you, thank you so much," she exclaimed with gratitude, bowing hastily to the old lady. Overwhelmed with appreciation, she quickly turned and sprinted in the direction the old lady had pointed.
It's frustrating to rely on a stranger to return my belongings. I can't just sit here and hope for the best.
"Yeah, no time to waste here! Gotta grab my bag pronto. And Can't let that idiot thief for ruining my day like this. Just wait and see I'll teach him a lesson he won't forget."
MEANWHILE ................
she's huffing and puffing, desperately trying to catch her breath. Honestly, she didn't even exert herself that much.
"So this is why exercise are good for," she mutters, half-jokingly.
"I feel like I'm about to keel over from exhaustion. Seriously, I can't run another step." Collapsing onto a chair outside a café, she scans the surroundings, anxiously waiting for someone
"Where the heck are they? Are they training for a marathon or what? I don't see a single person who looks like they've been running.
"Ugh, seriously? I can't believe I wasted my time coming here for nothing. This is such a mess, and it's only morning. It's so annoying. I'm starting to wonder if I should just give up. Like, what's the point, you know?" She got all annoyed by the fact. While doubting if she have to give up or not.
When she finally gathered herself, she suddenly had a moment of realization. And, she feel like a complete idiot.
I mean, seriously, what was she thinking? She couldn't help but wonder, "Wait!! What is this annoying feeling?!!! ..?....why do I feel like a complete fool?! What am I really, for god's sake?!!"
It hit her like a ton of bricks. How on earth did she expect to get her bag back from some random stranger? And even if he did bring her bag, how was she supposed to identify him when she didn't even know what he looked like? And did he even know what she looked like? I mean, come on! She had followed this person all the way here, running like a maniac.
She couldn't help but think she had finally lost her mind. She frantically messed up her hair in frustration, feeling absolutely crazy.
"Oh, Jung set byul, could you please think sometimes! What are these heads for, for god's sake!"
It's not even a drama scene, when a handsome boy, drenched in sweat, suddenly appears out of nowhere, holding your bag. Can you believe it? I mean, what are you even imagining right now?! It's like something straight out of a drama scene.
Why would someone go through all that trouble, it's not even his bag? I mean, seriously, who does that?
And to top it all off, I lost the bus! Can you believe my luck? I shouldn't have even come all the way here in the first place. Now I'm stuck, wondering how on earth I'm supposed to get to school. This is just a big mess!!!
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أدب المراهقينEver since middle school, I have spent countless hours in my room, engrossed in watching k-dramas. During that time, I found solace in the fictional world, believing that true friendship and true love were nothing more than figments of imagination...
