chapter thirteen

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I am confused? I don't know but what is this? It was all a dream and I didn't even know.

What the f? So all of this was based on my pure imagination? I guess having friends was all a lie after all.

But how? It all felt so real and magical. Though some parts were cringy, let's be honest.

Ahh.. My head hurts from all of these conclusions. Maybe I should start getting ready for school.

Aish, how am I supposed to be focused? Ah, I need to suck this up and go with it.

•fast forward•

I am here at school, looking as awkward as I'll ever be, I felt more uneasy this time. Since, I dreamt about this whole shit.

I started walking towards the gates, squeaking my shoes a few times as I go, people were probably annoyed, since they looked at me with glares.

I flashed them an awkward peace sign and a fake smile, knowing that I can cause more troubles.

I entered my class, and it was not like the class I had in my dream. It was different and new. I was in class 2-6.

I don't know, maybe all of the things that I dreamt of was all a lie? I thought I could see the future, psh I couldn't.

Oh well. Couldn't care less about this shitty life I'm living aye? I slouched as I sat down on a seemingly hard chair. My back snapped as I stretched. Wtf.

I went back to my senses when the teacher arrived, he seem okay. Decent clothes and with glasses. Not bad for a teacher, though I gotta admit he looks hot haha

I chuckled at the thought but shrugged it off, knowing that it may cause me to get scolded. I looked at him intently, not really sure where to look at. He looked back, and in an instant, raised his eyebrows.

Whoops. Got caught by a teacher staring into space aye? Anyways, I looked at the blackboard and there he started talking, saying things about his life and how his summer vacation was.

Seriously, is this even a teacher or a story teller? Nah, I couldn't care less about his ugly ass. I took out my dearest notebook and started scribbling, I mean why not? This teacher is hella boring anyways.

The bell rang, thus signaling that class was over. I sighed happily, thank goodness this period is over. I got out the classroom, feeling lonely as ever. Why did I even woke up from that wonderful dream?

Damn.. I walked slowly and nothing really thrilling happened. Just the same, I ate snack and lunch all alone. How exciting.

I saw the unnies, but they were separated. Even Sujeong and Soojung unni. Woah, they are not together?

I guess everything's a lie then. But one thing is sure, BTS is still the kingkas in this school. I saw them bullying a kid just now, I couldn't do anything about it except hide it from myself. I'm such a coward.

I sat on the bench and stretched my legs and limbs. Why did it even turn out so boring in real life? Nothing was really thrilling, yay.

I got up and started walking home, kicking atones along the way. Never did I once hit someone with it. My life is so boring.

I sat on the bus and their I saw an opportunity, the only empty seat was beside Soul unni, so I sat there quietly, with a smile on my face of course.

She looked at me then just turned. She doesn't seem like the Soul unni I know. What is this? What has happened?

Whoops, spoke to soon. She immediately smiled seeing Yoonah?

Woah woah. Wait a minute. I did not see this two interact in my dream.

They talked like old, close friends and it made me scratch my head. How oml
I arrived home, feeling as gloomy as I can ever be.

"I have arrived and I know you don't care" I said to my mom, who was watching TV

"What is this? A pig sty? You're lazy as fuck" I muttered again, rolling my eyes as I looked around our dirty house.

I don't even consider this as a home anymore.

"What?! How dare you calk my house a pig sty? And how dare you call me lazy?! Do you want to die?!" She shouted and hell fucking shit, I don't care

I stuck my tounge out "let's see. Do I have to say sorry? Oh hell no haha you thought bitch"

I walked away from her. She's toxic.

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Heyyy, it's me again!

Here's chapter thirteen~

I hope you enjoy!

-lovelyzlinus 2016

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