Kim Ari’s POV

I open the door to my writing class and see that everyone has finished the writing exercise. Mr. Ahn’s head is bent over as he sits at his desk reading through our papers, while the rest of the class is too busy socializing to notice me. I quietly shuffle to my desk, hoping the teacher won't notice me as I grab my stuff. I’m two feet away from my desk and safety when I hear-

“Kim Ari.”

I curse under my breath before I turn around with a look of mock innocence.“Yes, seonsaengnim?”

Mr. Ahn beckons to me without ever taking his eyes off of the paper in front of him. I take a deep breath and brace myself for the lecture that I’m sure is coming.“Where did you go in such a hurry?”

“Sir, I can explain, I was with F-”

“You know what, it doesn’t matter," he asserts finally meeting my eyes. "This is your paper, correct?”

He waves the paper he was reading in front of me. I look down and see my name in the right-hand corner. I nod and narrow my eyes. What’s this about.

“Yes, sir.”

He smiles and takes off his glasses, “I’ve got to say, I’m impressed. Your writing style is exquisite. You make me feel like I’m actually there." I beam with pride, relieved that this is all he wanted to discuss. "How did you get the idea for this story?” he inquires with honest curiosity painting his face.

My expression drops. Does he think I just made it up? I wish it was only fiction. I wish my pain and loss was just something I could just write down and erase whenever I want. But it’s not and I can’t. It’s all real.

“Actuall-”

“I just had the most brilliant idea!" He beams interrupting me a