a p p l i c a t i o n ;

001 name ; daehyun

002 affiliation ; bap

003 teacher or student ;

004 subject ; -

004 social class ; outcasts

005 club ; -

006 writing sample ; The sound of shoes were heard throughout the empty hallway. The boy's eyes were trained to the front as he continued to walk to his destination where he knew no one else would ever go to. The music room located at the far end of Fine Arts building's third floor. It was an abandoned chorus room that people rarely, if ever, went to making it better for him. Then the bell rang. Students began piling out of the classrooms, loud chattering and the heavy sound of many footsteps disrupted his peaceful thoughts. But he still managed to walk freely through the now crowded hallway. Some students gave him looks as he walked by while others simply didn't care for his presense. He raised a hand up to pull the mask higher up his face, ignoring the people around him. He wasn't liked, he wasn't anybody. But did he care? Not at all. It wasn't as if he had many friends before anyway. He got used to it. After all, Jung Daehyun was a nobody.