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She was a normal 17 year old high school student.
She happened to have a scholarship in SM High.
To be able to maintain her status, she sticks to the rules, recites well in class.
She is an A student and became the school's nerd.
But...
She has a passion for dancing, starting when she was five years old, it meant everything to her.
He was a normal 16 year old high school student.
He happened to have a letter of admission in High, it made him cringe in disgust.
To be able to leave, he does everything.
Skipping classes, ruining the choreography of each session, smoking.
But...
He was only doing those to be free. Free from anything that suffocates him. He lost his everything.
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Thanks to Neverland Republic. They always make my posters. Haha. They nice posters and I love it!
|| Just a teaser ||
As I walking through the halls of SM High, I let out a smile. This place has been my dream. Now it became a reality. I chuckled as I saw my group of friends, waiting around the corner. As usual, they were goofing around. I look at my left, the music booming.
With a curious look, I turn left, peeking through the mini window of the door. "Han Sanghyuk." I said dreamily, leaning on the door.
His body fluidly moving to the beat. Though he was sweating, he looked like a god to me. Leaning closer, the door opened, making me fall down. "Holy glob." I said as I immediately stood up and bowed repeatedly. "I am so sorry. I was watching you dance." He chuckled. "What else would you be watching?" I scratched the back of my head. "I'm sorry." I bowed again and left. My face completely flushed.
Han Sanghyuk. My first crush in this campus. He actually talked to me. I squealed. He talked to me. His laugh was so cute and the way he smiles. Holy glob.
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Approaching my group of friends, I bumped into somebody.
"Hey, watch where you're going." He said, his voice harsh. "I'm sorry." I bowed then I noticed the color of his necktie. "Hey. You're a freshmen." I pointed. "Yeah, so?" He eyed me. "Such a tiny sophomore." I heard him say. "Who are you calling tiny?" But, he walked off the other direction.
"You freakin' piece of lump! I'm going to find you, you globbin' freshmen!" I shouted as I saw him, looking over his shoulder, smirking.
"Piece of lump."
This is, by the way, a story of my kind of life. It looks cool making it that way. Haha. Of course, with some imaginations of mine. Haha.
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