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- { 𝐱𝐱𝐱𝐢. 𝐅𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊 }
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3½ years ago Persephone's POV Christmas Dinner
Today was the day.
The day Mister Jeon and countless other teachers would be coming to Father's old house for his annual Christmas dinner.
Only this time, I was being forced to attend. Usually, I didn’t let students or teachers know I was the daughter of the principal – but since I just recently turned sixteen (the age all teenagers had to be before attending this dinner) I had to make an appearance.
I want to jump out of my bedroom window.
Mister Jeon would be here.
As in my house (well, second home), around my family, and I had to be in the same room as him.
I don’t know how I survived seeing my HR history teacher Monday through Friday, always dressed in those damn button-down shirts that looks like if he flexed too much, buttons would fly across the room, and not to mention, those tight back slacks he wore that showcase those rock solid, gorgeous thighs - without collapsing.
It was a miracle.
I would be calmer if I knew Dee would be here, but that bitch wasn’t. She was with her family, visiting some relatives in New York while I was here.
I could have strangled my best friend when she laughed loudly at my expense.
