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The harsh dropping of raindrops on the roof had echoed loudly throughout the whole house, the wet droplets of water sliding down the clear glass window of my bedroom—I trace its path with my small finger, all the way down until the droplet can't be seen—finding another droplet to do the same actions; tracing and finding another when it disappears,

The temperature has gone considerably low ever since the rain came, actually, it had never left—it had been raining hard the whole day; the dry leaves had gone wet, the empty long road were forming small puddles with the collected rain—actually, it seems that it's flooding a bit outside and surely, it'll form a puddle the next day—if the rain'll leave, that is,

I've woken much more earlier than I've expected to, especially since I seem to always crave for sleep, because usually I wake up whenever my mother yells at me to do so and that's always around four or five in the morning—but I guess I must've overslept yesterday that my body does not find the need of another few hours of sleep; by few, I mean six,

I've already finished my usual morning routine, even though I was reluctant at the moment when I've stepped my foot inside the shower and my teeth begun to chatter from the mixture of the chilly weather and ice–cold droplets of water but I've gathered each and every bits of courage I had in me and decided to just mercilessly freeze my ass, even when I already was on the verge of freezing to death—I don't even have any idea how I survived through that shower torture—

But somehow I had managed, and that is how I ended myself here—sitting on my bed with a still wet hair, dressed in my uniform which consisted of a black blazer, a white button–up long–sleeved shirt, a plain yet elegant black necktie, a black mid–thigh skirt, a pair of knee–high socks—wasting my time by tracing rain drops gliding down my wet window whilst loosely wrapped around with my white fluffy blanket—it was relaxing—

But I was already getting bored of doing the same unproductive actions for the past few minutes—or maybe even hour, so I freed myself from my blanket—the senses of pleasurable warmth, extreme relaxation and homely comfort leaving my body—it took every fiber in me not to jump back to my bed, sleep and wait for my mother then to just wake me up again—the idea was mentally mocking me all whilst I sluggishly slip on both of my black combat boots and tying their shoelaces into a tight yet cute ribbon—

Effortlessly pushing myself up from my bed—I swiftly turned around to grab my fully–charged phone from on top of my nightstand, which was just placed right beside my bed, and my black backpack from the floor before actually going out of my room—silently locking the door behind me, before walking my way out through the long hall and going down the stairs which led to our living room—

I made my way to the long white couch and placed my bag beside me as I reach for the remote, clicking a certain button which then activated the television on—a famous male reporter of the 'Good Morning Korea', Lee Chong Min, stands in front of a wide screen which flashed a picture of their infamous news logo,

The usual setup in news, that's all.

"Good morning, Korea!" Lee Chong Min starts out enthusiastically as he flashed a wide smile to the camera, "–today is Monday and it is currently three–thirty eight in the morning—so, as a lot of you may obviously know, the rainy weather has been lingering for the past th–three days; however, sources report from our team, says that it'll leave around twelve in the afternoon—" and he continues to blab on about the weather for this day,

And I just watch him blab on, sitting on the comfortable white couch of ours—physically present but mentally absent, and now the idea I had in my mind not long ago sounds far heavenly than just watch news about ill–mannered people getting arrested, some stupid argument of politicians, people getting murdered—it's not like it'll make our day great, if anything it just makes my emotions go from sad to mad in repeat—it feels shit,