HARU'S P.O.V :- 

I can't explain, how my day was today even words fall short. Today Mr Yoshinava, made us do track in the scorching sun, and then Ms Kazumi gave us a whole chapter for self study, and a week long geography assignment just because she was going on a family trip. That evil old lady tricked us by threatening our grades .

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"ughhh my life " I let out, out of all days only today my old cycle decided to turn against me (a straight up flat tire). As I reach my house, I see my mom busy on the phone disccusing about some groceries, as soon as she sees me, she starts doing some hand moments which I don't get at all, ignoring her I go to my bedroom and decide to take a nap .

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And as if the day couldn't get any better, the fan in  my bedroom stops working. "Mom!! MOM!!", I scream desperately. My mom rushes to my room, and when she sees that I am okay and probably gonna throw a fit; "What is wrong with you?? You scared me for a second ", she answers irritatedly, " Why isn't the fan working", I question her instead " It was an old fan must have become rusty ", she answers and walks out " Great this day can't get any better " I think to myself .

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Thinking about how I should kill the heat, I take out a popsicle from my fridge and enter the shop the delight. As if my brain starts functioning again, my eyes settle on on the tablefan, and an idea rushes through my mind. Since its afternoon time and almost nobody buy's groceries now, I could just sleep and study here in front of the fan, I decide to go on with my plan, and before I know it I am already in my own dreamland all thanks to the cool breeze provide by my fan .

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But I am soon brought to a half awaken state, I hear some muttering around me. I turn my head to other side, to prevent myself from being disturbed,  but soon a fist lands on my head, then soon after I am being slapped vigourously on my head. I lift up my head ready to pounce and attack, when I hear my mom saying "get up ! Get up ! There's someone here "; I lazily rub my eyes to clear my vision, to see a blurred image of a guy standing.

As if on cue, the guy looks at me " Annyeong haseyo " he greets in a cheerful voice. Confused by his action, and who he is, I turn my head to my mom who is