It's a not so lovely morning when Nami woke up and preparing herself before going to the school.
Catching her reflection in the mirror, Nami slightly yawned. She buttoned up her white long-sleeved shirt slowly, and then she saw something strange in the mirror.
There’s a purple spot on her neck.
“Eh…” She wondered how she got it.
The vivid memory of last night rushed into her mind, it abruptly connecting the missing pieces of informations. Oh. Nami recalled how the blemish formed.
Dark red blushes crept up to her cheeks.
“I have to hide the mark, somehow…” She sighed heavily.
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The school was a form of a prison. Literally.
She felt sleepy, dark circles forming under her eyes, thanks to the certain someone who woke her in the middle of night.
Although Nami tried her best not to fall asleep in the class, well, later she can’t surpassed it anymore. Desperately keeping her eyes open in the first period, however, it becoming worst on the next classes. Now, in the third period of the day, her brain played a trick with her sight, making the panorama before her eyes becoming blurry, except her desk—It looked ridiculously comfy enough for Nami to rest her head on it, and the teacher’s lecture about the history of Joseon almost sounded like a melodic lullaby, it lulled her to close her
eyes…
“KIM NAMI! DON”T SLEEP IN MY CLASS, YOUNG WOMEN!”
The thunderous voice of the teacher was enough to jolt Nami up from her sleep. The other classmates snickered at her reaction, and abruptly shut their mouth when earning ireful glare from the teacher.
She regained her composure. Wow, the teacher’s yell was super effective. No more drowsiness. Nami silently thanked her, although yelling to wake her up isn’t necessary.
After some moment, the teacher scoffed, and before she could continued rambling about the history, the bell suddenly rung, signalling it was the time for recess.
The whole student poured out from the class, and if Nami could put it into words, she rather say they’re quite have the same concept like a flock of sheep that being released from their barn, eagerly went to find and eat the fresh grass.
She sat still in her seat, letting the other student to rush to the cafeteria. She didn’t want to be in their way.
And she’s surprised to see the History teacher to stay behind too.
“Nami, come here.” The female teacher hushed. Nami obliged, meekly stood up and strolled towards the teacher’s desk.
The woman who have been called ‘teacher’ for years had her long and curly raven hair tied into a bun, some bangs falling to the side of her face. It was the first time for Nami to standing in front of her, face-to-face, without having another student watching it, and it made the third year student to fidgeting her fingers anxiously.
The teacher sighed. “I’m calling you for something else, not to scold you about the scene you have caused earlier. Have no worries.” She assured her.
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