Murmurs tore through the campus, shocked and disbelieving.

"There's no way..."

"The nerve..."

"How could they think that..."

"Jieun!"

I shifted my body towards the voice.

"Did you hear?"

Minjae's voice screamed with horrible delight.

"What?"

She took a deep breath, almost exasperated.

"This isn't the time to be eating, Jieun..."

She perched herself on the edge of the table.

"Listen, There's been an attack on the Blue House.

Apparently it's an assasisnation attempt."

Her voice lowered dramatically.

"By the North."

Her pitch heightened, almost a squeal.

"Isn't this exciting?"

I picked up my spoon again.

"I guess."

I replied apathetically.

"As long as the President isn't dead, it doesn't really affect us, right?"

Spoons are a recent addition to my collection of silverware.

It seems strange to use a small shovel to put food in my mouth.

But the Americans do it.

And what the Americans did is the norm here.

I am not allowed to stand out.

Minjae really reminds me of Nahyun.