Race to redemption | Park Sunghoon

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"Nadia, wake up!" The only thing that greeted me was my little brother yelling in my ears causing me to flinch away from him. "Hey, what was that for?" I said in a sleepy and raspy tone with barely open eyes. The sun shone on my face brightening my face color. "It's 07:00, get up, Mom said." With that, he scurried away to downstairs.

I scrambled out of bed walking like a zombie downstairs and greeting my family with a smile, "Good morning," I said back hugging my mom while she made breakfast for us. "Good morning, darling." If she hadn't moved away to place dishes on the table, I would have fallen asleep on the place at how her body is cozy. Home.

"Come eat, darling," my dad brings me to sit down and eat together with them. "So Nadia, how was the school overall?" Dad asked me with a sparkle in his eyes. I smiled at his cute face as I replied after swallowing the fried egg, "Not bad, I think I like it better than the old one. This school provides a lot of clubs to attend."

"Ah, I'm happy to hear that! I'm glad we moved to the right place," Mom says placing her hand on Dad who seems to smiling in his eyes while watching me and my little brother eating. "And you, Dominic, how was at the kindergarten?" I asked him as he kept stabbing at the fruit. "I like it! I made a lot of friends and we played toys together!" Dominic cheerfully said.

We all laughed at his cuteness and relief rushed over us that he wasn't all alone in the corner. "Alright, thanks for the food Mom, it was tasty. Thank you a lot," I said leaving before pecking on her cheek. "Take care of yourself at school!" Mom softly yelled while I ran upstairs to wash up and leave for school.

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"Who was the fourth president of the United States?" The history teacher asked as all of us stayed silent afraid to speak up in case we get wrong. I looked around before raising my hand, "James Madison?" I nervously answered with an awkward smile. She sighed taking off the glasses and placing them on her desk. "Are you asking me or guessing? Answer properly!"

I was quite flabbergasted at her remark that all of my classmates started to snort under their noses. Rosie rolled her eyes, "What are they laughing at? Pussy is always the one hiding and laughing at the brave one. They could never do that," she whispered loudly enough for me to hear it only while the teacher are staring at me. "It's James Madison, I'm sure," I replied confidently this time.

"Correct, next time answer like that. But I don't get it guys. All of you are in 12th grade and will step into the big world yet you are scared to answer. You can't keep acting like this," she nags at us wasting our time. That's why we have a lot of work to do by the end of winter with nagging all the time. "Don't be scared of mistakes."

"Pfft, that's not what it looked like last time," Rosie muttered under her breath. "What is it about it?" I asked her quietly as the teacher was writing something on the board. "Last year, someone answered wrong and sent him to detention. Ironic, isn't it?" I widened my eyes at how hypocritical teachers are, after all. "Got it, be afraid of mistakes," I replied retreating into my place.

"All right guys, the next lesson will be on the test and no complaints right now," the teacher said not letting any single student to complain before exiting the room. "Woah, it has been only one week and we have a test already?" Someone said loudly enough for us to hear. In fact, it's true. Why so fast? "Is she insane?" Rosie squealed in disbelief gripping her head with hands.

"I guess this place isn't dreamy after all," I sighed in disappointment. Rosie stared at me adjusting her position toward me. "I told you that this place is hell but the art club has made it better," she stated with raised eyebrows noting that she is always right. I scoffed and asked, "So if it weren't art clubs then you would have dropped out?"