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chaeryeong's pov.

i always carried spare clothes, in case something happened to my current clothes. i don't want to wear the school's ugly baggy clothes. today was monday, i'm like every other kid, i hate monday's.

"hey chaeryeong."

hands poked my sides, making me jump.  i turned around with my finger guns.  it was hitomi. "oh hi hitomi," i say turning back to my locker, hurrying to get my math stuff together. "i forget you have math on monday, i gotta go all the way to gym. i'm going to leave, bye!" she said and bolted down the opposite hallway as me.

two steps away from my class room, the bell ring. i take my seat in the front. i get my note book out and set it up for notes.

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