Seul-ki enters the office greeting with a slight bow,Principal Choi returns Seul-ki's bow with a nod, indicating a seat across from her desk. "Please, have a seat," she instructs. Seul-ki complies, her posture straight and attentive. The office is neatly organized, with bookshelves lining the walls and a large window that lets in plenty of natural light.Principal Choi returns Seul-ki's bow with a nod, indicating a seat across from her desk. "Please, have a seat," she instructs. Seul-ki complies, her posture straight and attentive. The office is neatly organized, with bookshelves lining the walls and a large window that lets in plenty of natural light.
Principal Choi slides a form across the desk towards Seul-ki, along with a pen. "Please fill out this registration form," she instructs. Seul-ki picks up the pen, her fingers gripping it firmly as she begins to write. The form asks for her personal details, educational background, and other relevant information. Seul-ki fills in each section carefully, her handwriting neat and precise.Principal Choi watches as Seul-ki meticulously fills out the form. The only sounds in the room are the soft scratching of the pen against the paper and the distant murmur of the bustling school outside. After a few minutes, Seul-ki completes the form and hands it back to Principal Choi, who reviews it with a keen eye.
Principal Choi picks up the phone on her desk and dials an extension. "Teacher Kang, could you please bring the new student's uniform and lead her to class? Thank you," she says, her tone professional and polite.Moments later, there is a knock on the door. Principal Choi calls out, "Come in," and the door opens to reveal a middle-aged man with a kind face and a stack of neatly folded clothes in his arms. He wears a name tag that reads 'Teacher Kang.'
Teacher Kang bows slightly, greeting Principal Choi and Seul-ki. "Good morning, Principal Choi. I have the uniform for our new student," he says, his voice carrying a warm and welcoming tone. He turns to Seul-ki, offering her the stack of clothes. "Here you are, Seul-ki. These should fit you well."
Seul-ki takes the uniform from Teacher Kang, thanking him with a polite nod. The fabric is crisp and new, the school crest embroidered neatly on the blazer pocket. She folds the uniform over her arm, ready to change into it.Teacher Kang gestures towards a changing room just off the main office. "You can change into your uniform here," he says, giving Seul-ki some privacy while remaining close by in case she needs assistance.
Seul-ki steps into the changing room, closing the door behind her. She carefully unfolds the new uniform and changes into it. The fabric feels crisp and cool against her skin, the fit is snug but comfortable. Once dressed, she takes a moment to ensure everything is in place before stepping back out into the office.Once Seul-ki is ready, Teacher Kang leads the way through the bustling corridors of the school. The bell has just rung, signaling the start of the next period, and students are hurrying to their respective classrooms. The walls are adorned with motivational posters and artwork by the students, adding splashes of color to the otherwise orderly environment.Teacher Kang opens the door to a classroom buzzing with the low hum of student conversations. As Seul-ki steps inside, the chatter fades, and all eyes turn towards the newcomer. The room is filled with rows of desks, each occupied by a student in the same crisp uniform Seul-ki now wears. A large whiteboard dominates the front of the room, with a projector hanging from the ceiling.
Teacher Kang clears his throat, drawing the attention of the class to himself. "Good morning, everyone. I would like to introduce our new transfer student, Seul-ki," he announces, gesturing towards Seul-ki who stands beside him. The students gaze at Seul-ki with a mix of curiosity and indifference, typical of teenagers meeting someone new.
The students in the classroom resume their conversations, some glancing back at Seul-ki with passing interest, while others seem entirely unbothered by the new addition to their class. A few seats are left vacant for new students, and Teacher Kang guides Seul-ki towards one of them. She takes her seat, placing her bag on the floor beside her.
Teacher Kang nods at Seul-ki, a silent acknowledgment of her settled presence. He then turns his attention back to the rest of the class. "Alright, everyone, let's get back to our lesson on quadratic equations," he announces, moving towards the whiteboard to resume the day's math instruction.As Teacher Kang picks up a marker and begins to write on the whiteboard, the students open their textbooks to the relevant page. Some pull out notebooks and pens, ready to jot down the key points of the lesson. The scratch of pen on paper and the rhythmic cadence of Teacher Kang's voice explaining the mathematical concepts fill the room with an atmosphere of focused concentration.Seul-ki opens her own textbook to the chapter on quadratic equations, following along as Teacher Kang works through an example on the board. She takes notes diligently, her hand moving in sync with Teacher Kang's words, capturing the essence of the lesson.Ji-hoon, sitting at the back of the classroom with a group of his friends, leans back in his chair with a smirk on his face. He casually tosses a ballpoint pen in the air, catching it effortlessly as he speaks.
"Hey, guys, have you seen the new girl? She's my new maid," he says, his voice laced with amusement. His friends chuckle, their eyes darting towards Seul-ki, who is seated a few rows ahead.Ji-hoon's friends exchange glances, snickering among themselves as they observe Seul-ki from a distance. One of them, a boy with a mischievous glint in his eyes, leans in closer to Ji-hoon. "Your maid, huh? That's a new one," he says, his voice filled with laughter.After Ji-hoon's comment, a few students near him start to snicker and whisper among themselves. One of them, a girl with her hair in a neat ponytail, turns towards Seul-ki and in a voice just loud enough to be heard by those around her, says, "So, you're the new maid? What's it like working for Ji-hoon's family?" Her tone carries a hint of mockery, and her friends titter at her words.
Seul-ki, hearing the comment, turns to face the girl. She maintains a composed expression, her eyes meeting the girl's with a quiet confidence. "I am here to study, just like everyone else," Seul-ki responds calmly, her voice steady. She turns back to her textbook, her attention returning to the lesson at hand.The girl with the ponytail seems momentarily taken aback by Seul-ki's composed response, but she quickly regains her smirk. "Sure, we're all here to study," she says with a hint of sarcasm, her friends chuckling along.
Ignoring the further mockery, Seul-ki focuses her attention on Teacher Kang's lesson, taking meticulous notes. The room buzzes with the sound of pencils scratching paper and the occasional rustle of pages turning. Teacher Kang moves on to the next example, explaining each step with clarity and precision.
During a brief lull in the lesson, Seul-ki raises her hand to get Teacher Kang's attention. He pauses in his explanation, turning to acknowledge her. "Yes, Seul-ki? Do you have a question?" he asks, his tone encouraging.Seul-ki stands up, her hand still raised, and addresses Teacher Kang. "I'm having a bit of trouble understanding the application of the quadratic formula in this example," she admits, pointing to a specific part of the problem on the board. "Could you please elaborate on this step?"
Teacher Kang nods, appreciating Seul-ki's engagement with the lesson. He steps back to the whiteboard, marker in hand. "Certainly, Seul-ki. Let's break down the quadratic formula step by step for everyone's benefit," he announces to the class.He breaks it down and explains it to Seul-ki,Suddenly
The bell rang for lunch, signaling the end of the morning classes. The students began to gather their belongings, the rustle of notebooks and the clatter of chairs filling the room. Ji-hoon and his friends were among the first to stand up, their laughter echoing as they exited the classroom in a group.
As Seul-ki makes her way to the cafeteria, she navigates through the throng of students excited for their lunch break. The chatter and laughter echo through the corridors, mixing with the occasional clatter of locker doors being shut. Just as she approaches the entrance to the bustling cafeteria, one of Ji-hoon's friends, Dae-hyung, casually extends his leg into the walkway.Seul-ki, focused on her destination, doesn't notice Dae-hyung's outstretched leg in time. Her foot catches on his shoe, and she stumbles forward, her tray of food flying out of her hands. The cafeteria erupts in a chorus of gasps and laughter as Seul-ki falls to the ground, the contents of her tray splattering across the floor.Ji-hoon, standing nearby with his group of friends, watches the scene unfold with a smirk on his face. "Serves you right," he exclaims, his voice carrying a note of triumph. His friends join in with laughter, their eyes gleaming with schadenfreude.Seul-ki quickly gets up, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment. She doesn't say a word, but the tears welling up in her eyes speak volumes. Without looking back at the jeering crowd, she rushes towards the nearest exit, seeking refuge in the washroom.
(Ji hoon has 3 friends(Dae-hyun the naughty one,Jun-ho the quite but hot and Beom Seok the annoying one) they are all from prominent families,Dae-hyungs father owns one of the biggest 5star hotel in the country,Jun-ho's father owns the rock hit entertainment industry and 3 other entertainment industries.Beom seok's dad owns the largest food industry in the country and Ji hoon's father Has a the largest share in Moonrise high school,he also owns a real estate agency).
Seul-ki stands in front of the mirror in the washroom, wiping away the tears that have stained her cheeks. She takes a deep breath, steadying her nerves. The sound of the door opening alerts her to the presence of another student. It's Jun-ho, one of Ji-hoon's friends, known for his quiet demeanor but undeniable popularity.
Jun-ho enters the washroom, his expression one of surprise as he sees Seul-ki by the sink. He pauses for a moment, then moves to the other side of the room, maintaining a respectful distance. He turns on the faucet and begins to wash his hands, casting occasional glances in Seul-ki's direction.
Seul-ki, still flushed from the incident in the cafeteria, keeps her gaze fixed on the sink, avoiding any chance of locking eyes with Jun-ho. She turns off the faucet, dries her hands with a paper towel, and takes a moment to compose herself. Then, without a word, she walks towards the washroom door.As Seul-ki steps out of the washroom, she finds herself in a quieter corridor of the school, away from the bustling cafeteria. The cool air from a nearby open window offers a small respite from the day's events. She takes a moment to collect her thoughts, her heart still pounding from the embarrassment she experienced earlier.Seul-ki walks back to her classroom, her steps measured and deliberate. The hallway is mostly empty now, as most students are still in the cafeteria enjoying their lunch break. As she approaches the classroom, she notices a figure leaning against the door frame. It's Teacher Kang, reviewing some papers in his hands. He looks up as Seul-ki approaches and gives her a concerned look.Seul-ki offers a polite nod to Teacher Kang as she nears the classroom. "Excuse me, Teacher Kang," she says quietly, her voice still carrying the hint of a tremor from her earlier ordeal. She slips past him and enters the empty classroom, the remnants of the morning's lessons still scattered across the desks.Seul-ki, still flushed from the incident in the cafeteria, keeps her gaze fixed on the sink, avoiding any chance of locking eyes with Jun-ho. She turns off the faucet, dries her hands with a paper towel, and takes a moment to compose herself. Then, without a word, she walks towards the washroom door.
The bell signaling the end of lunch break rings through the corridors, its chime a clear command for the students to return to their classrooms. The laughter and chatter slowly begin to die down as students, still amused by the incident in the cafeteria, make their way to their respective classrooms.As the students settle into their seats, the hum of conversation slowly fades. Teacher Kang, having returned to the classroom, stands at the front with a stack of papers in his hand. He clears his throat, drawing the attention of the class. "Next lessons begins," he announces, echoing Seul-ki's statement. He begins to distribute the papers, each one a new worksheet on the quadratic equations they had been discussing earlier.Teacher Kang moves with practiced ease around the classroom, placing a worksheet on each student's desk. The sound of shuffling papers fills the room as students reach for their pens and pencils. Seul-ki, seated near the back, receives her sheet and immediately begins to read through the problems.
Seul-ki poises her pencil over the worksheet, her brow furrowed in concentration. She begins to work through the first problem, carefully writing out the quadratic formula. As she progresses through the steps, her focus narrows to the task at hand, the incident in the cafeteria momentarily forgotten.Upon hearing Seul-ki's statement, Teacher Kang looks up from his desk, where he had been grading papers. He nods in acknowledgment, gesturing for her to place her completed worksheet on the stack of finished assignments on the corner of his desk. As Seul-ki walks up to the front, other students continue to work diligently on their own papers, the room filled with the soft scratching of pencils on paper and the occasional rustle of notebook pages being turned.Seul-ki approaches Teacher Kang's desk, her steps quiet amidst the sounds of focused activity.
She places her completed worksheet on top of the neat stack, the pages fluttering slightly as she releases her grip. Teacher Kang gives her a nod of approval, his eyes briefly meeting hers before returning to the paper he's grading.Seul-ki returns to her seat after submitting her paper. She slides into her chair, her gaze drifting towards the clock at the front of the classroom. The minute hand ticks steadily, each click signaling the passage of time. The room is filled with the sound of pencils scratching against paper as the other students continue to work on their assignments.The bell's shrill ring reverberates through the classroom, marking the end of the school day. Chairs screech against the floor as students rise from their seats, the sound mingling with the rustle of bags being collected and the buzz of conversation as the class prepares to disperse.
Seul-ki slings her bag over her shoulder, joining the throng of students making their way out of the classroom. The hallway is a sea of movement and noise as everyone heads towards their respective exits. She navigates through the crowd, her steps steady and purposeful, making her way towards the main entrance of the school.Emerging from the school building, Seul-ki steps into the afternoon sunlight. The school grounds are alive with activity; students are either hurrying towards the bus station or congregating in small groups, their laughter and chatter filling the air. Seul-ki descends the stone steps, her gaze focused on the path ahead that leads to the bus station located just beyond the school gates.Seul-ki joins the queue of students and other commuters waiting at the bus station. The afternoon sun casts long shadows, and there's a slight chill in the air. The bus arrives with a hiss of brakes, the doors opening to welcome the passengers aboard. Seul-ki steps up onto the bus, her school ID ready to present to the driver for the discounted student fare. Once her fare is paid, she moves down the aisle, finding an empty seat near the middle of the bus. She settles into the worn upholstery, her bag on her lap, and watches as the bus station recedes from view, the scenery shifting to the familiar sights of the city as the bus begins its route home.The rhythmic motion of the bus and the hum of the engine create a soothing backdrop as Seul-ki rests her head against the window. Her eyes flutter closed, the day's events replaying in her mind as she drifts off to sleep. Her breathing evens out, and her grip on her bag loosens as she succumbs to the fatigue of her first day at the new school.