drip.
drip.
drip.
she had forgotten her umbrella today.
how fortunate.
the bus wouldn't visit the stop today either.
splendid.
breakfast? forget about it. she's broke.
just how much better would it get?
she lugged her backpack across the street, as the sky poured onto her.
almost as if the clouds were laughing at her.
at how pathetic a waste of space could be.
her hair became wet and string-like. her clothes were soaked and she was cold.
so, so cold.
☽
she opened the door.
"and so that's why investors—"
eyes traveled and paused on her.
"..ms. park." a stern voice from the bottom called. "how great of you to show up 20 minutes late to the first lecture at the start of the final semester."
"i'm sorry sunbaenim." she mumbled quietly, taking a seat at the very, very back.
where it was quiet.
where it was empty.
"no, aera." he called out loudly.
everyone continued to stare.
she wanted it to stop.
how she despised unnecessary attention.
"sit down here. third row." he instructed while impatiently holding an expo marker, wanting to continue his lesson. "i want you where i can see you. there'll be no slacking off, do i make myself clear?"
she resentfully forced herself to get up, and walk down the stairs of the hall to the bottom.
where she'd sit at the very, very front.
where it was loud.
where it was packed.
"yes." she replied as loud as she could. which wasn't very.
"good. take a seat next to mr. kamal and copy down his notes. although i doubt he's taken any."
laughs erupted, as though what mr. lee had said was the funniest thing in history.
she just hoped this "mr. kamal" took down the information.
she needed to pass the course to graduate, after all.
