art room b

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megan ·˚

friday.

megan's heart pumped in her chest. it was last period. she couldn't keep still. her fingers tingled in excitement.

her eyes scanned the room and they landed on him.

after days of dreaming... days of staring... days of waiting...

he'll be hers.

the bell rang.

she watched as he left. she decided to let him have a head start.

she took her time, smiling to herself.

she packed her bags and fixed her appearance. it was now time.

the walk to art room b was nerve wracking. her palms started to sweat and her knees wobbled a little. she felt so ready yet so nervous?

soon enough, she stood in front of the room.

she reached forward.

















she grabbed the doorknob.





















she opened the door.





















a figure stood there, back facing her.





















"hello?"





















he turned around, "hi megan,"





















"wait—





















you're not haechan?!"

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