school. school felt miserable now. i can't even remember how it felt without you; it probably felt like this.

i started attending a dance class; it reminds me of you.

you'd probably be embarrassed of me if you saw me like this. who am i? i can't even recognise myself anymore. this is a side of me i don't know.

although, you're not real so you'd never see me in the first place.

i peered through the bathroom mirror.

"ew." i sighed, as i washed my hands and dried them on a towel.

my hair was slick with grease, my face was dull, my eye bags were unmistakeable and the frown on my face never seemed to wash away no matter how many times i splashed water onto my face.

"chinsun! where are you?" a familiar voice boomed from outside the stalls.

i rolled my eyes. "i'm coming out now. chill." as i pushed open the door, jangmi looked up from her phone and lunged towards me, grabbing my arm and dragging me into our writing class.

"why are you late, miss choi and miss bae?" mrs. jung questioned. jangmi and i bowed deeply before replying, "sorry mrs. jung, we had an emergency." mrs. jung stared harshly at the two of us and pointed to our chairs. "sit." she commanded. we did as we were told and sat at the back of the classroom.