the color of quiet | hyunjin h.

2 : the first time hearing

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My peaceful break during lunch was sadly interrupted by the persistent ringing of the school bell. It echoed through the huge boombox speakers attached to the inner corners of the walls, bouncing off the walls and into each students eardrums. It irritated me, I wish I didn't have to go to class. Especially after Yuna told me the project our English teacher will assign us, is my next period currently.

Jihye, Bomi, and I clean up our table and trays, placing them back in stacks and making sure all our trash is thrown away in the appropriate bins. I rinse my mouth with water to make sure no food is stuck between my teeth and to not have food breath when I get to my next class.

The girls and I part ways as we make it to our separate lockers, unfortunately on different sides of the hallways. I grab my notebooks and put them into my bag, chewing on gum to freshen my breath, checking on my hair and makeup and uniform, and spritzing small amounts of perfume to freshen up. Finally, I'm ready for my second half of my day.

Humming to myself as I listen to my favorite playlist, making it up the endless staircase, taking my time arriving to this class. As I do for every class, and make it into a seat right as the bell rings.

Placing my bag onto the floor beside my seat, I cross my leg over the other and lean back, waiting for the lecture to begin.

Mr Donghae clears his throat at his podium, tall and wide that stands front and center of the classroom, asserting dominance over everybody else as he stands there with a puffed out chest and confident expression. "Good Afternoon class. I'm sure your peers from previous periods have shared to you about what I assigned to them, as I will be assigning them to you right now."

It's like he read my mind. Everybody's mind to be more specific. Small heads turning to their friends, snickering or gasping with wide eyes, shocked at the accuracy of the statement from our teacher.

"I will be calling out names of each partnership, once I am finished, find your person and I will explain the next procedure. Also, do not get up until I am done calling out names." He continues, pushing down his glasses as he squints at the laptop in front of him.

Mr Donghae then begins to call out names. Many names I do not recognize and a very few I am familiar with. The list continues on, and I have yet to hear my name. At this point of time, I have ran out of familiar names. Now I grow worried, did I get the short end of the stick? Am I cooked?

But finally, I hear my name being called. Anticipation rises in my chest as I await the name that follows after mine. Holding my hands in fists as I feel myself literally sitting at the edge of my seat. It is not out of excitement, but anxiety that I will receive some dumbass, or someone who lacks basic communication skills and won't complete their part of the project, or even somebody that is just mean as hell.