Distance. LYY

volleyball

"Yang yang!!! Quick or you'll be late for your self-study session later" Mom starts screaming even before I could wear my uniform.

I took my knitted pull over with me and purposely waste my time, taking the lift to go downstairs. My driver was already inside the car, waiting for me.

I never in my life travel to school alone other than being sent to school every single time and like other kids I have never skipped breakfast too.

"Morning smelly" I put my arm around Hendery's shoulder while he's walking down the hallway. He stayed quiet then started yawning. He probably stays up late again. "Today's the day, right" He asked me.

It took me awhile to remember and I nod. "Yeah. I didn't prepare much... since you know mom's a pain in the ass" I replied. We were referring to my audition I am going today without mom knowing. I just thought about trying it out with whatever I can.

"What time?" Hendery continued. I shrugged then checked my phone for the timeline. "Around 12-4 pm. I'll just leave at 1 pm since it's self-study from that time onwards" I replied.

Mom would be so mad at me if she finds out. If I got accepted to train under the company then I'll just tell her I got casted. Frankly, I don't even know if I want to join the k-pop industry or not.

1.34 pm

I silently stood up to leave while trying to not distract the class president. "Yang yang, stay in your seat" The class president looked at me and I showed him the toilet sign. I knew so well this ain't it so I just took my wallet and phone with me.

Once I got out from the class, I quickly escaped the security post while they were switching shifts.

I'm not sure if the audition went well but they asked me to stay for a bit until the last session. I signed few papers and they told me they will be calling me once I made it or not to be their trainee.

I walked back to school with my hands in my pocket the entire time. School was unexpectedly empty when I entered. While I was walking towards my classroom, I heard ball bouncing in the schools sports hall from the level below. The school has a bridge linking to a different departments and years with the bridge fence that is covered with clear glass that we can see whatever's underneath this level I'm on from this bridge.

Since the school's famous for that particular sport, I decided to stop myself since I got distracted by it earlier to see them playing. Once I noticed, it wasn't them but it's a her, with the volleyball jersey and her tight shorts.

Even though she's so far away from where I am, I could still see her jersey number clearly and it stated #7. I could tell that she has been training herself alone all this while by the balls everywhere opposite the court.

She kept serving continuously with all the balls she has with her. Till I realized that her right palm was wrapped with bandages.

She suddenly fell to the ground, panting. She closed her face with her hands and I assumed she started crying. Watching her crying doesn't makes me uninterested that I continue walking to my class to grab my bag.

A handwritten post it I never owned appeared above my bag that says: collect your chemistry homework in Mdm Yeen's student's shelf by 6.

I don't know who wrote this but I don't remember who is who. I just remembered their faces, not names. Especially when it's chemistry, who even want to remember a chemistry teacher's name (or face).

I went to the wall outside the staff room to see the notice board of teacher's names and faces. While searching, my eyes looked at something else. It's a list of student's names participating in the volleyball match next week.

I just looked at it, trying to kill time. Who knows a soulmate of mine would be on the team. I looked at the names and sighed. I don't even remember people's names. I gave a last look and my eyes stopped at a name with her jersey number beside it.

Kim Luna #7 (Setter)

That's it? Her name's so short and simple. This would be crazy if I can remember her name from today onwards. The jersey number then reminded me from the girl practicing alone with the same number. It's probably her.

But why would she be so upset? I looked at the list and realized she's a substitute setter. No wonder she has been practicing like mad with that injured hand. The school probably remove her since she's injured.

I gave up looking at that and just walked in the office to search her shelf with the chemistry teacher's name. It took me a while since there's too much teachers in the school. After I found a paper with my name on it, I went out without putting it in my bag.

I walked towards the bridge once again to out from school. While I was passing by the hallway, I could feel a cold air that I just continued walking until a random door started swinging open out of the blue.

I'm so lucky to have stopped directly behind the door after it's swung opened. The same girl who's playing volleyball earlier got surprised seeing me standing still behind the door. It was extremely awkward but she quickly apologised and walked away to the hallway I was from. She doesn't look like someone who is from this level and department. She's probably in different class. That then made me came to a realization that she probably turned on the air conditioner in the sports hall for herself.

I look inside the hall through outside and thinks it would be a great place to rest or clear my mind at, in school. There are actually comfortable seats for audiences that are placed on this level.

mama calling...

"Have you eaten lunch?" Mom asked through the line and I don't know what to reply. "Um yeah. I ate burger with Hendery just now" I lied.

"Really? Hendery said he hasn't eaten anything yet, not even a burger. Come home quick! Mr Dayi will fetch you in a bit. You have a lot to tell me later" Mom stated, in a good mood. Hendery probably came over and snitch. Now, mom probably even knew I went audition and skipped half a day of school today.