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I make it in time without looking like a total slob, which is an achievement because I had a little mishap with my carry on bag.

Don't ask.

The sun is scorching hot as I proceed to where the Principal and the other students are standing. Yang is having a conversation with a man I have never seen before, along with the few teachers that are assigned to this trip while we break into groups, discussing with each other.

Rosé sees me from the corner of her eye and makes her way towards me. She is dressed in a fitted white camisole and capri pants; a denim jacket is securely tied on her waist and a backpack is on her back. Her hair is pulled into a high ponytail and a Yves Saint Laurent limited edition pair of sunglasses is perched on her face.

"Aren't you underdressed?" I question amusingly. She shrugs nonchalantly and points to the other students. "Not a lot of people followed Yang's dress code. How does he expect us to function in jeans and a shirt in this heat? My legs will die from exhaustion."

As I scan the crowd, I realize that I'm part of the few students who actually followed the rules. A lot of girls, like Rosé, are dressed in capris, joggers and denim shorts. The boys are the only ones who at least managed to put on jeans. Save for that violation, and the camisoles which 70% of the girls sported, the colors are on point.

I point to my outfit. "Well, I followed the dress code and I haven't died."

"That's because you are you, Jen; you're a goody-two shoes." Rude. I nudge her on her side but she ignores it. "Plus, Yang will not have a heart attack because at least some people listened to him. He literally lectured us five minutes ago about how we didn't follow his rules and blah blah blah," she mocks. "I mean, we're outside, about to enter a fucking forest or woods in 27 degree weather and he expects me to wear a shirt? No sir."

Good point.

A throat clears and the chatter dies down. We turn our attention to the front of the hotel, on the steps, were Principal Yang and the man from earlier are situated. Yang's blue ball cap is covering the half of his greying face and a handkerchief is in his hand as he wipes the stray sweat from his face. His blue jeans and dark brown shirt actually makes him look younger. It also helps that he has maintained a slender build over the years.

If only he looks like this everyday. It's much better than the stuffy suits he wears to school.

"Students, now that you all are here, I will like to introduce you to your guide, Jongsuk." Principal Yang gestures to the man in a wife beater and track pants who looks like he's in his late 20s with his jet black hair, broad shoulders and beaming smile as he looks down at us.

"He will be guiding you as you journey towards the Alpaca woods which is just a few meters away from the hotel." Murmurs and chatters fill the space but Principal Yang silences it with his hand. Rosé has a 'are you shitting me' look on her face which can only mean on thing: She's not interested in the activity.

Don't get me wrong, I go out for a run twice a week, and it wouldn't be an overstatement if I say I'm physically fit, but the whole forest and game talk looks like work I do not want to do for the life of me.

"You'll be playing a game, a very cliché one which is very familiar to all of you."

"Is it poker?" Jisoo asks as she stands next to Lisa whose face is shielded with a ball cap. Principal Yang shakes his head. "No, Ms. Jisoo, it is not poker."

How do you even play poker in the woods?

"Is it Call of Duty?" Wendy, a punk chick with dark blonde hair snorts. I'm no expert but I'm pretty sure Call of Duty is a video game. Yang again shakes his head and we all look at each other in confusion. "Enough with the guesses," he says. "You will be playing a good old fashioned game of Treasure Hunt."

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