August 24: in the classroom

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All of the other kids sitting at his table seemed just like him, confused and unsure of what to think of everything. Few of them were actually talking or smiling. Jungkook happened to be part of the majority.

Not wanting to associate himself with anyone, unless they came to him first, he sat on the end of his table that had almost no one present. He glanced around, wondering about how his stuffed animals must have missed him. Then, the teachers started to gradually come in and take their students.

The first and third graders had already left, leaving just both Kindergarteners and the rowdy second graders by themselves. Jungkook realized that his backpack wasn't even on properly. Fixing it onto his back, he noticed a boy furiously scribbling something onto a small notepad.

"ONE MILLION LETTER BOOK REPORT FINISHED!" The boy slammed his notebook and pen down on the table he sat at. Kids around him ignored his shouting, and Jungkook thought that he should too.

Finally, the Kindergarten teachers came. His teacher went up to collect her students first. Jungkook observed his teachers features; she was an older woman, her face sunken and wore gigantic, flowy clothes to hide her extra flabbiness. Thick eyeliner circled her eyes, and she also had on sheer pink lip gloss, making her already thin lips look thinner.

Jungkook couldn't decide if he was disgusted with his teacher or maybe he was just nervous, but something made him feel sick to his stomach. He didn't eat this morning, could that be it?

"Good morning class! How is everyone today?" Mrs. Domnus asked enthusiasticlly. It was clear to him that she loved children.

Nobody answered, making her laugh.

She then lead the kids to her classroom. The woman's foam heeled sandals skidded across the floor each step she took. Jungkook was thankful for this because it didn't make the hall completely quiet, but it was kind of annoying at the same time.

Behind him, someone was messing with his backpack. He didn't mind this, meaning he wasn't bothered enough to do something, until he felt his bag unzip. Then it zipped up. And unzipped. This pattern occurred for several times until something needed to be done. Jungkook, fed up, turned around to see a boy with curly red hair and freckles that only covered his small nose.

The boy put his hands behind his back. "Sorry," he said, green eyes flashing with mischief.

Jungkook just gave him a warning stare, and turned around to face the front. After that, he wasn't bothered by the red haired boy for a while. They came to a stop in front of a grey door with little pieces of paper cut in squares that had each student's name on it.

"Okay, come on in. Don't be shy." Mrs. Domnus said and held the door wide open.

'Don't be shy' wasn't in Jungkook's vocabulary. To him, a phrase could also be considered as vocabulary. As he strolled inside, he saw one of the most awestrucking things his eyes could ever witness. In the middle of the room was a giant paper flower hanging from the ceiling.

Jungkook gaped at the flower. He'd never seen such a beautiful thing as this, except for his mother. He stood next to the door, unsure of where to go until kids started taking seats. Hesitantly, the boy stumbled over to one of the desks near a tall bookshelf and sat down.

The desks were paired in twos, scattered across the room. Jungkook hoped that no one would sit next to him, but, to his despise someone came and sat down next to him. It was another boy with short, brown hair and ears big like an elephant's. His skin was tan and wore large glasses with thick, black frames.

Unlike Jungkook, this boy wasn't all that confused or afraid. Instead, he hummed and tapped his own desk, relaxed in his chair.

Jungkook, very uncomfortable with this boy's presence, pulled out his pencil bag and took out his favorite...pink pencil?

No. This wasn't right. The last time he checked was the night before and his grey pencil was inside his bag. It must've been his older brother...it had to, because he couldn't think of anyone else who could do such a thing.

He could hear his neighbor laugh at him. "Cute pencil, kid!" The boy in glasses continued to laugh and shouted, "Hey look! He has a girl pencil!"

Soon, Jungkook's pencil caught the attention of others. He felt stupid, but more importantly, embarrassed. Quickly, he shook his head, cheeks ever redder than before. "N-No! It's not mine!" He got up and broke the pencil on his knee, throwing it away afterwards.

Murmurs echoed around him.

Sitting down, Jungkook realized that he made a mistake. He has nothing to write with. Checking his pencil bag, he searched for another pencil, his brother must have taken all of his good writing utensils. The crayons were his only hope.

On the verge of crying, he slowly took out a green crayon. This day didn't go as planned. When he felt like everyone was against him, two girls, one with dark skin and curly black hair and the other with pale skin and straight aburn hair, went up to his table.

"A green crayon? Is that all ya got left?" The auburn haired girl asked him.

Jungkook nodded shyly and backed up because a girl was in front of him.

"Ok, I'll give ya one of mine t' keep." She smiled and handed him a blue, sparkling pencil.

He tried to take it from her, but his hands didn't seem to be functioning properly. She set it on his desk and sat back down in her seat, looking back to see if he picked it up or not.

The other girl, her hands on her hips, stood in front of his neighbor's desk, a scowl on her face. She shook her head in disgust, "Michael, you're so mean. You know that?" Her frizzy, black hair bounced as she shook her head. "Leave him alone or I'll tell the teacher on you."

Michael shrugged and slumped back in his chair. "Okay, Dest, ....I was just playing with him."

The girl gave him a 'hmmph' and strided off.

In total befuddlement, Jungkook sat there, new pencil still on his desk. He wondered when the day was going to end. Right before he could look up, the lights went off, sending the classroom full of children to complete chaos.

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