A Wind Of Change [1] || EXO ✓

032: Parent-Teacher Meet

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The class that would usually have girls giggling in groups, boys chasing each other through the desks or some of them gazing absentmindedly out of the window had an unnerving silence during the study hour. Hazel glanced at the far end of the class to find Kyungsoo in the first bench, engrossed in his text book and he was probably the only one who did the actual study during study hour. "Soyeon, stop scaring me," Hazel whispered as the latter stared into space like as though she'd witnessed the sight of the walking dead.

The class was abnormally silent. Probably because their new prefect was Kyungsoo and he made sure that the class was not noisy as opposed to what the scenario would be like if Chanyeol was the prefect. No teachers were going to come to class as they were busy with the parent-teacher meet. But the liberty of teachers not coming to class was not thoroughly utilized as an unfamiliar worry washed over each ones face; each one wondering what review the parents would get from their homeroom teacher.

"Easy for you to say. You don't know my mother." Soyeon grimaced and peered back into her book.

"It'll be alright." Hazel assured, although in her mind, she really doubted so because her mom had been persistent on attending the meet herself.

The following happened yesterday at 8:00 pm:

"You made Papa proud, dearie," Grandma chirped, knitting the yarn to make a scarf. Hazel winked at her as she swayed in her rocking chair by the window sill.

"Sweetie!" her dad tugged her into a warm hug, "very proud of you," he said patting her back. "I have a meeting to attend but I'll surely make it tomorrow," he settled back on the chaise lounge sprawled across the hallway.

"You might as well run into some of your old friends," Grandma said. Both Hazel and granny were in the process of convincing her dad to attend.

"No, honey. Tomorrow's meeting is important. You'll have to attend it, I can go to her school," her mom joined her dad on the couch.

"But dad said that he'd come," she whined.

"Yes, your assistant can fill in for you. Right?" Grandma reprimanded, decisively looking at her son through her glasses.

"Of course, I'll be there," her dad agreed, passing a reassuring look.

"The meeting honey, you need to attend it," her mother Bianca persisted. She set her cup down on the coffee table, "I really want to go this time. Especially cause she's got second in class," she glimpsed at Hazel. "Right?"

"Right," she had nodded grimly because no second questions would work.

Just then, the footfalls of a group of guys entering the class snapped Hazel out of her thoughts and she lifted her head. A tall, handsome lad caught her attention. His face carried an uncanny resemblance to someone familiar. He sauntered gracefully with three other boys filing behind him.