[✓] i'll be here | chuuves

[intro] classroom.

it was quite late, in fact, it was late. the evening was soon to be brushed away as it enters the night, as the non-stopping rain softly hits the window. by now you'd think every student would've left the school. sweaty, bothered, tired students desperate to run home and watch their favourite tv show. except for one.

she sat at her desk, number 09. she was barely noticed as a person. people who would see her occasionally called her by her seat number, everytime. but her name was jiwoo. kim jiwoo. known to her family, as chuu. she sat there in total silence, in her wooden chair. her leg was crossed on top of the other as she stared down hard at the paper in front. her pencil in hand, ready to mark some things down, didn't move though. there was nothing to write about today. the girl jiwoo narrated, who had all types of emotions and attitudes, was not in school today. what was jiwoo meant to write about?

so she sat there for hours. not returning home. listening to the rain. in an empty classroom.