The teacher came before me and I'm here outside of the door. He was looking at me intently, as well as my classmates.
Why are they--Fuck. I didn't murder a cat for God's sake.
I raised a brow, the typical silent guy I was I didn't speak. I talked with my eyes.
" Why are you late?" he asked. I moved my shoulders up in a shrugging manner.
I don't know.
" If you're not giving me an acceptable answer, you might as well not attend this class." he walked from the table to the door, and attempted to close it but an arm prevented him from doing so.
He was shocked from the sudden action, surprised it was a petite girl's arm.
I shifted my gaze to the owner of the hand. She bit her lip and kept all possible noise that might possibly come out.
" A-ah. Ms. Choi! I'm really sorry! Are you alright?" he immediately examined her arm, quickly holding it in his hands.
Annoyed by his action, I hastily took her arm. He looked like a pedophile just now.
" She's fine. She choosed to be hurt so be it."
And I choose to hurt her.
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Ungrateful | myg
Short Story" Am I ungrateful enough not to realize that there's someone who really cared?" -MYG
