Have you ever felt like not living? Not because of you did a terrible thing and you couldn't bare what life had only the bad lemons. But out of the feeling useless, hopeless and simply because you had no reason to keep living.

Soojung stares in watsoever she was looking at, spacing out, thinkking if she was the only one feeling the same. If this was a phase that everyone had and will go through their life, she wondered how those had been through it, overcoming the feeling of wanting to kill themself, if they didn't kill themselves.

Her head felt heavy, her nose itched. "Aachoo," she sneezed, woke up from her little trance.

"Bless you," Soojung turned around to find a girl, looking about her age, and judging from her uniform, she was in the same school. Is she a new face? Soojung was pretty sure she had never seen her around, and she should know. Being next in line of the president of the student council, she have to be acquaintance with everyone (even loners, quites, bullies and victims of bullies). Soojung took a good look at her face, so she could describe it to Joonmyun; the current student council president.

Soojung was stupid. She definatly did not notice the girl was looking at her, smilling. Soojung turn away, cursing in her mind at how easily she spaced out, not to mention how awkward she felt for staring a stranger.

Soojung raise her left hand, wanting to take a look at her watch. Another curse. How come she had woken up early but forgot to put on her watch. And she blame herself that she was so early that she thought the bus was running late.

When the bus arrived, escaping the awkward tension first, Soojung quickly made her way into the bus taking her seat; in the middle row to the left next to the window. The girl earlier was the last to step in and the only seat available was next to Soojung.

Soojung kept her lips sealed as the girl sat next to her.

Angel.