[A SHORT STORY]
❝ I say I'm okay, but in reality, I guess that's not me. ❞
She carried a clicker wherever she went, the click was an indicator of a happy thought that may have struck her mind. It was her way of escape. Escape from the feelings that...
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CLICK. She's happy.
A smile painted my lips in an instant and I twisted my head around to look at her.
She sat in the corner, her raven colored hair spilling onto her left shoulder like a dark oil stain. Her button nose was scrunched up as she chuckled to herself. The beige hoodie wrapped around her petite figure. The subtle indentions near the corners of her mouth made a wild appearance.
I wonder what's going through her head right now?
I averted my attention from her, focusing on the teacher who was lecturing about some weird shit I wasn't interested in.
I pulled out my phone, making sure to keep it out of the teacher's eyesight.
But oh boy- was I wrong.
"Jung Hoseok- are you using your phone right now?"
I fumbled to retract the phone back to its hiding place, which was the drawer of my desk but failed as it slipped from my fingers landing on the hardwood floor and I winced realizing it had fallen on its screen.
I then stood up knowing well that I was caught red-handed. The teacher rolled his eyes when I flashed him a Cheshire cat smile.
