SungGyu pov.

I sigh as I look out the window. The teachers words slowly fade out of my ear as I focus on what's outside. I see a limo that slowly stops at our school. There's nothing special about this school. I wonder why such a fancy car would be here. I wonder as I watch a person come out, surrounded by guards. How does he see? I don't know. It's kind of creepy how they all move in sync; same footing, same timing. I watch as the men in tuxedos walked closer to the front gates of our school.

"Kim SungGyu. Can you answer this question?" A mad voice came from beside me. I slowly turn around. 

"Yeah. What is it?" and she points to the board. I steadily walk through the line of desks and walk up to the board. I quickly solve the question and I walk back to my seat and look outside again. I heard a sigh, and footsteps fading away. Now the group of men were talking to our head principal and talking with them. The boy that was being guarded by the men in tuxedos was about my age and wore our uniform. He had sunglasses on so I couldn't see who it was. He looked very sophisticated and smart though. How did he get stuck in this school? I don't know honestly. But whatever. I turn my head around to face the board, where I partially listened to the lesson. Then slowly but surely, my eyelids gently fell down, and I placed my head on the desk.

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I think this is going to be a one shot or maybe two.