"50 points on the board for Hanlim Multi Art School!" The referee calls out. I walk through the
dimly lit hallway to the locker room. The fluorescent blue lights flicker above me. My jersey
rubs against my skinny body as I reach the locker room. I find 2 of my teammates sitting on the
benches. " 'Bout time," Mingi calls from the bench. "Sorry," I answered solemnly. "It's fine, just,
come here" Mingi responds. I walk towards the bench and sit next to Mingi. "Apparently one of
the freshmen this year got sent to a mental hospital," Jiseok says as he scrolls on Instagram.
"Oh," I respond in a dead voice. My best friend, Minwoo, recently got sent to a mental institute
after being caught trying to kill himself in the locker room. I've had a very hard time coping. I'm
what most people would call popular in school. A lot of people know me and talk to me but I
don't consider them my friends. The only true friend I've had was Minwoo and now I have no
one. Sure, I have Kyungmin, whom I've known since I was 5 but he's just. Different from the other kids our age. At this point, I've just completely spaced out in my thoughts. "Donghyun?
Donghyun!" Mingi hits my shoulder, trying to get my attention. I snap back into reality and look
at Mingi. "Sorry." As soon as I said that a boom and screams could be heard from the rink. I
jumped up and ran to the rink as fast as I could. I look at the audience to see my mom dead. I run to the stairs and run to where my family sits. I see a crowd of people surrounding her. I can't even see her anymore so I just walk back down the stairs. I walk down the hallway more aggressively than before. My breath is heavy as I walk down the hall. I ruffle my hair and walk into the locker room. I quickly change my clothes without saying a word. I put my stuff in my bag and I grab my hockey stick. I walk out of the locker room and exit the building. I walk to the school's dormitory and enter my room. I throw my stuff to the ground and slam the door behind me. I sit on the couch and stare at the wall. After about 5 minutes of staring at the wall with nothing but horrific and anger in my thoughts, I decided to order some pizza. About 10 minutes later, there's a knock at the door. I pause the TV and answer the door. "Pizza for Donghyun?" the guy holding a pizza box says with a smile. "yea." i respond with a little smile. The guy hands me the box. "thanks" i say as i go to close the door. "wait!" The guy puts a hand on the door to prevent it from closing. I open the door wider and look at him with a strange expression. "are you interested in a job?" the guy says with a hopeful expression. "well, not necessarily, no. are you offering me a job or something?" I say as i lean on the door frame. "well, technically yes. but, its a fun job. we have 7 positions open. well it's technically the same position but we need 8 people to fill the section. im one of the 8." The guy gives a goofy smile. "come inside, we can talk at the table" I invite him in and he gladly accepts it. He walks in like he owns the place and closes the door behind him.after a while of negotiations and questions, Donghyun accepts the job. "i never got your name by the way" I say as i take a bite of pizza. "Just call me Dawit" The guy say's with a smirk.
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Художественная прозаDonghyun, the star of the hockey team is slowly going insane. His best friend got put into a mental institution and its driving him nuts. One day when ordering pizza, the delivery guy offers him a job. 8 young boys work at a circus. Dawit, Donghyun...