001 name ;

"N" {Cha Hakyeon}

002 affiliation ;

VIXX

003 teacher or student ;

student

004 subject ;

n/a

004 social class ;

adverage student

005 club ; 

n/a

006 writing sample

His head was resting on the smooth wooden table, his medium brown eyes shut while the lesson droned on and on; Cha Hakyeon finding himself quickly succumbing to sleep even though he was struggling to stay awake. The loud smack of a metal rule on the table caused the boy to shoot up, his teacher half glaring at him before reminding him that Hakyeon was barely passing the class. Bowing an apology - and ignoring all the looks his fellow classmates were giving him, Hakyeon, with a now red face, sat back down in his seat, eyes lazily focused on the board in front of him for the remainder of the class. 

It wasn't his fault that he was only just passing the lessons. Up until this year he'd been a rather high ranking student. But then the weekend parties started, along with the social drinking that came with said parties and, of course, the occasional smoke or two while out with friends. Now, Hakyeon was barely maintaining a C average. If only his parents knew back at home, they might actually kill him.