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HYOSAN HIGH, PRE-APOCALYPSE
"And for the technical team, I need that report by Wednesday."
"Pres, it's almost 5." one of the student council members spoke up.
"Right... if no one has anything else to add, then we should wrap this up." Jia huffed, checking her watch, "Next meeting I need you guys to come up with plans to welcome the school evaluators."
The rest of the members of the council started leaving the meeting room, while her vice pres, Choi Minsu, stayed behind. "Street food for today, Jia? My treat!"
"Ah you are an angel, but I can't today."
Her secretary, Kim Yeon-seo, excitedly ran back into the room. "But I can! Let's go Choi!"
They laughed at the Kim girl, Minsu ruffling her hair and taking her bag from her.
"You guys go ahead, I need to lock up the room." Jia spoke up
"Are you sure?" he asked. "I can do it for you."
She stubbornly shook her head, "Go, I do this all the time."
The first floor of Hyosan High was eerily quiet at this time. Most of the students were on the upper floors cleaning up, but this floor was practically vacant. The only thing you could hear were the distant voices of the other students and Jia's keychain.
As she was locking up the empty classroom, a teacher was limping up to her. The middle-aged woman was clutching her stomach and stumbling around.
"Jeon Jia..."
Jia yelped, surprised at the sudden hand on her shoulder. The girl yelped again when she turned to see her teacher, pale, sweaty, and her face twisted like she needed to shit.
"Ms. Yang?! Are you alright?"
"Oh yes dear—" she groaned. "I just really really need to use the bathroom..."
Damn, she does need to shit.
"Uh— What can I do for you...?" Ji-woo shuffled awkwardly. Her teacher was doubling over in front of her and overshared, what the hell was she supposed to do?
"Can you bring these papers to my homeroom?"
"Of course Ms. Yang." When the woman hurried to the bathroom, Jia sighed in relief.
Jia shut the door to Ms. Yang's homeroom as she left. When she was walking through the hallway, she could hear some rattling in the science classroom. But she brushed it off, hurrying out of the 4th floor.
Jia was currently sitting in a stall in the closed off restroom. This was mostly used by students to run away from teachers or just to take a break.
A cigarette was in between her fingers. She wanted to blow off some steam before heading home, literally. Her lighter fell out of her pocket, making her sigh. As she went to pick it up, she ended up just reading the words written on the walls.
A lot of shit were written there. Mostly about silly crushes, complains about the school, and what not. She liked reading all of them, sometimes she would use them to create council projects.
But one message caught her eye this time. It was in new, bright, and fresh ink.
'mr. lee is hiding something'
She tilted her head, "the science teacher?"
The man was odd. He was off really. But who could blame him? His son went missing.
She cleared her throat. His son, who was bullied.
She shook her head, as if shaking away all the guilt. Then she remembered what she was there for, finally lighting her cigarette.
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