The Reason? - Yoon Jeonghan

Chapter 2

     Ophely suddenly fell to the floor in the middle of her Spanish class, the last one for the day and for the week.

      First, her head had started to peak a little downwards before her whole body gave up and she fell on her friend who sat next to her. Ophely's body falling so suddenly, without a past sign of previous distress, had incapacitated her neighbour to help her earlier and she heavily fell out of her chair. Ophely, who had been in a great mood before the start of class and during the start of it, she had been very responsive and in the best health she could have been in, the fainting had surprised everyone, even her classmates with whom she never talked.

     The body loudly thumped against the beige vinyl floor the entire level was covered in, the teacher, a Spanish woman with heavy curves and a horrible French pronunciation, fell in silence as she watched the unconscious girl in her class, her pen still in hand against the whiteboard. She wasn't the first one to do something.

     Her two friends, Ophely's friends, quickly stood up and pushed the desks away from her to give her space and pulled the girl in a better position, trying to wake her up. Then the other students got to work and opened the windows that lined the left side of the room, one of them leaving the classroom to go to the school's secretary, where they hoped they could learn that the school nurse was, for once, present.

     Mrs Gimenez, after being frozen for a good ten minutes, finally got to work and closed her pen before making her way to the three girls on the floor.

     "Elle ne va pas bien ?" She cluelessly asked her students. ("Is she not well?")

     Her friend, shocked by her lack of professionalism, quickly snapped back. "Non mais oh! Croyez-vous qu'elle tombe dans les vapes comme ça ? Non! Elle ne va pas bien!" Frustration was clear in her voice(You are kidding me! Do you think she just fainted like that? No! She's not good!")

     Flora tried, with Amelia, to wake her up. Using one of their jotters to blow wind on her face, or tucking her head between their legs, or even gently tapping her face, hopeful that she would wake up. Ophely was a girl who was always open about her health, if she wasn't well, they would have known, and if she was in a superb mood too.

     The student who had left the class came back fairly fast, but the news he brought was not good. The nurse was not in and the school couldn't call an ambulance for a fainting episode unless the victim had been unresponsive for over half an hour.

     So the class calmly waited around their fellow classmate until she woke up, which she did, after 28 minutes of nothing, she opened her eyes quietly.

     But she didn't recognise anything that surrounded her, especially the language the people were speaking, the words seemingly so foreign. Her body was gently pushed up by Flora until she was sitting up, heavily laying on her friend. Amelia brought up Ophely's water bottle close to her after having opened the lid.

     Her head shook as she sat up, young and unknown faces all around her, all the same age, approximately. Her eyes hadn't been able to focus on anything, everything was blurry, but she still took the water in front of her, the fingers she held it with felt different from usual, more putty. But nothing seemed to get analysed in her brain at the moment, the teenaged girl drank gingerly from the bottle of water.

     All eyes were on her as she sat up straighter, her legs folding onto themselves until she sat by herself, Flora caressing her back in comfort. Why would she need comfort? He was doing perfectly well, wasn't he? He had used a lot of his energy the night before, but he wasn't in Seoul, the young people around him were not Asian, far from it even. They were caucasian and Arabian, yeah, not in Korea.