oneshost with VERNON (svt)

boy with red shade 😎

Hello!

I'm back to this book!

I miss you vernon~

So, in this oneshot, your name is.......

Annie Park

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ e n j o y !

With tip toe I walk into my history class. I was superb laaatttteeeee and if my history teacher caught me, he will send me to detention. Which I don't want to go there! Because this evening, I have dance session.

Our classroom have two doors, one at the back and the other one at the front. I walk to classroom using the back door. I sigh of relief when I saw my history teacher busy write something on white board.

With happy grin, I reach my table and put down my bag, just as I about to sit down, a loud voice boomed the classroom and make everyone turn back and look at me.

"Annie park! You're late! Again", my history teacher boomed and sigh at the end.

I wince a bit and smile sheepishly at him, "what? Me? Late? No~ you guys are so early start the class, i'm not late".

Class that silent is now filled with laughter after my replied to my history teacher. He's fuming, he arched his eyebrow and look at me with sternly, "detention and not but!"

I huff and rolled my eyes before slump to my chair. Not bother to open my history book, I just sit there and shot glare to my history teacher, the whole class went silent again and look back front, not wanting to meet my eyes. All of them look like a puppy who just got punish by their owner and that make my lips tugged up, knowing that it still effect them.

"don't give me that look, Annie! Don't try to threaten me here. Detention or your father office?!", he challenged me.

I gritted my teeth and give him another eye rolled before change back my eye color.

The whole time during history class, I didn't give a damn attention towards it and doodles something on piece of paper. I love art, I like to drawing, It make me forget about this annoying world.

But dad, he don't like with this. This hobbies of mine. This talent of mine. He once burn my art book and I cried the whole day, lock my self in my room.

Ring ring

Ah! Finally!

I pick my bag and swing it to my shoulder before head out. Before my foot reach the door, my history teacher called me, I sigh and turn to him, "yes?", I asked in annoyed.

He give me disprove gaze and clear his throat, "since you're late and being disrespected, you got detention later and-

"yeah yeah, I know that already! Detention till 4", I snap.

He ignore me and continue, "and you will give him a school tour.", he point to a figure that awkwardly standing not far from me.

Huh? Why I didn't see him there.

"uhh who is he?"

"he's a new student. He's name is Hansol Vernon Chwe, your father ask you to give him a tour around this school.", he explained.