“The world has changed, long time ago – why I have just realized it?”

2014 - Set in an alternate universe, where war has split Korea into South and North. The world slowly changed, without the people know. All of sudden the bright blue sky turned into dirty gloomy grey sky. No more color in both countries, there are only black, white, and grey. And people can only keep hoping for a miracle, for the peace world.

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I did not listen at the teacher, teaching history about Korea, how it could split into South and North. It was boring, not interesting. How the world split, of course it was because of the stupid little fight between people inside the government. It was all about politic of course, not problems those were shared in news, stupid rumors about the North that super humans were made there.

I am Seulbi, healthy 18 years old, comes from B rank family, which means I am living above average but not a government family.

Sigh – I looked around the class, students were looking at teacher or writing notes like robots. They were expressionless and did not talk to each other like we used to be. They did not show how boring they were in the lesson while the teacher was still teaching, but I knew that they wanted to go out from the class, just as much as me wanted to ditch the school.

But of course, we could not do that easily. South had become so strict about disciplinary. We could not skip school at all, or making noises while it was still school time. The teacher had rights to punish us in any way if we did so. We, students, were used to it already. And it was just one bad thing. There were still many bad things running outside the classroom though.

I rested my elbow on the table and my chin on my palm. I eyed the world outside my school – the sky was dirty grey, cloudy. The sun was shining brightly, but still, it felt gloomy with those grey clouds on the sky.

Maybe most of them had forgotten how colorful the world before, but I never forgot. I did not know why.

I sighed and laid my head on the table, but then something small was thrown to my head, maybe chalk. I looked up and saw my teacher was glaring me.

“Sit right.”