❝Bathroom Talks❞ m.yg x p.jm [eng trans]

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"Putting one foot in front of the other one she came closer to the door, not knowing what was waiting behind it. With eyes frozen of fear, with sweat running down her forehead she put her shaking hand on the handle.
The only audible sound was her fast heartbeat and her quiet breath before she pressed the door handle and entered the dimly lit room. But the scene she was seeing now made her blood run cold. She-"

But I wasn't supposed to be aware of what was making her blood run cold. Because suddenly, just as if it had waited for that moment, my alarm's jarring ringtone killed the silence.

I moaned irritatedly and put the book aside, of course not without keeping the page number in mind, before I made the ear-deafening noise stop.
It cost me quite some effort not to let myself fall back in the soft pillows again. But that was probably the punishment I deserved for spending the nights with book pages instead of sufficient sleep.
For the last time I glanced at the book wistfully before I braced up drowsily and scuffed to the bathroom.

After dressing I just wanted to go into the kitchen with my backpack, but when I was standing in the door frame, I halted.
Feeling a bit irresolute I turned around and stared at the book which was still laying in my bed rumpled from sleep.

Finally, I succumbed to my inward urge and packed it summarily together with my residual school supplies, before I left the house.

As expected the school lessons were dragging on, so you could think the time would've frozen. Also the involved subject matter contributed merely to me laying my head on the table annoyedly, while the boredom was about to eat me up. However, my mood cheered up immediately when my eyes went to my backpack or rather to my "salvation" contained in it.

A surreptitious smirk sneaked on my face when I grabbed the book which obviously nobody saw.
Not even a surprise, no one would probably turn around to the last row and the times when you snitched your classmates together with your friends were already over. Especially since everyone was about to watch out for not getting caught himself.

No matter wether it was about the whispering and sharing of little scrips by the girls or the secretly gambling and listening to music by the boys, only a few exceptions were following the lessons attentively.
And me?
Calmly I opened my book I was hiding under the table and continued reading. Anyone else at my place would've turned to his neighbor to avoid the boredom with a conversation.
But I didn't really care about having contact with my classmates, additionally, I was the only one sitting in the last row.

I prefered spending my time with a book's unique pages instead.
Because even if the stories were written with the same letters and words, which had been taken by a human's lies, the author was trying to reveal the truth, was it shocking or freeing, but in every book you could sooner or later find this one page making the story appear in one completely new light.

Because an author didn't lie, their truth was placed in the fantasy they had used to create their stories. Different from the normal life, lies and truth were divided through a fine line in, so the lines blurred.
I had made such experiences quite often, that's the reason for me having only one true friend, whose face you can see candor in, almost as clearly as on one book page.

However, he's one class lower, so I have to keep myself busy up to the break all alone.
Therefore I almost tackled the inscribed book pages, which obviously craved me to read them.
My fascination for books and literature is more an obsession making me forget about everything else around.

Just like right now, when I was fading out the whole setting by every single sentence dragging me further into the story.
Unfortunately, it happened that I didn't observe my teacher's footsteps rudimentarily, which came closer to me, just as little as I observed my classmates' giggling probably caused by my absentmindedness.
I just realized it, when a foreign hand was wresting the book from me making me jump.
My eyes met my teacher's who was holding my book in his hands appraisingly and was regarding it critically, before he sent me a punitive gaze.

"For something like this you drop my lesson?"
His biting tone gave me unpleasant goosebumps and I looked at him guiltily. I should've left it at home. It wasn't the first time though that I got caught reading secretly.

Two seconds later he already spoke the phrase I would've loved to avoid: "This is called rule violation. There's no need to explain that this means detention, right?"
With those words and my beloved book he went back to his desk and continued the lesson while I was sighing sadly and just layed my head on the table whereby my classmates were watching me. But this time without having a chance to fight the upcoming boredom.

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Only can relate. School sucks :')

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