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Chapter 3

Edit: December 9, 2022

°Chan°

The next few days soon roll around as Monday arrives. The same routine plays out as I rise early, get ready, eat a quick breakfast, and walk a few to the school. However, since today is the first day at the new school, I had to start my morning at the office.

"H-hello. I'm looking for Mr. Park." I called out bashfully from the threshold. Despite the number of times I've done this before, this situation always still feels foreign.

"Oh, that would be me. Are you the new kid?" a older man walks past me as I look up to see the owner of the voice. I nod slowly as I suddenly didn't know what to do as if my body shut off. "Well then. Just follow me to my desk, so we can get you set up."

Following behind, we arrive at an cubicle like office desk. He then proceeds to take his seat behind the wooden table as he pulls out a filed folder seemingly without taking a glance at the drawer. While he looks through the folder, I take the opportunity to take in his appearance: tired and deep eyes, young but aged stature, round glasses, and a seemingly concrete frown.

"Okay. First, before we begin, let's get you set with a uniform. You'll be required to wear it at all times of school hours, but for only today you can wait to wear it," pulling myself out of my daydreams, he takes me to a locked room next to the office. Sliding the door open, it reveals piles and piles of boxes overfilled by jackets, vests, ties, and other required uniform parts. As he continued his explanation, he hands me pile of clothing and a piece of paper. "Oh, here's your schedule for the rest of the year and I would be taking you to your classroom."

Walking down the multiple corridors, my eyes scanned everything in my surroundings as I try and take in the new environment. How the aroma fills the halls, how the lights that fill like water, and even how sounds of chattering bleeds through the walls. We soon arrive at the classroom, the door is open as we welcomed ourselves to the room.

"Hello, you have a new student, Mrs. Choi."

"Oh, do we now?"

Walking into the room, I stop in my tracks as I reach the front of the room as, I assume, the teacher questions. I was then told to introduce myself to the class.

"Hello, my name is Bang Chan and I'm from Australia. Please take good care of me." I took my bow and was earned my silence as I expected. Breaking the silence, the teacher cues me to take a seat at the empty seat in the back.

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Classes was soon over and lunch arrives in its place. Students can be seen throughout the school grounds as they spread from the study halls where students of all kinds dive their noses into colorful literature to the soccer fields where sweaty guys pour their efforts into games of their own. However, I find myself upon the small and quiet hills that sit aside the sporting fields. Taking the advantage of my bag as a pillow, I soak in the contrasting environment with my arms resting upon my medial until I felt an unfamiliar tug at my pinky finger. Looking down at my finger, I see the thin line of thread vibrate and tremble as both excitement and disbelief washes upon me.

Excitement builds as I followed the line across the hillside and field before coming up to a turning corner. Halting in my place, the uneasiness of building nerves floods my system as I try to proceed in my plans, but my body rejects. 

"Come on, Chan, you got this. Just go and see who they are."

In attempt to push further through my rejectful mind, I compromised by peeking around the corner just to see who they are. However, when I took a peak I noticed two students sitting under the shaded corner. Questions ran through my mind as I was unsure of the situation.

Does this white thread mean multiple soulmates? I mean... that would make sense, I guess. Maybe I am seeing white because its connected to me? Now that I think about it: I doesn't make much sense. Anyways, I would have to find who they are. Just "how?" is the big question.