Mist never meant to find the forgotten art room in the north wing of her school. She never meant to meet Ken-the transfer student with distant eyes and the feeling of winter in his voice.
Yet from that day on, she keeps running into him in the stran...
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见钟情。 Yíjiàn zhōngqíng 'one look fall-in-love'
Everything was still vivid to me—the way the golden light filled the room, spilling over his face as he leaned over the canvas. I wanted to memorize it all, to carve every shade and shadow into my mind, as if holding on could make the moment last forever.
Mistlene Fae Zavrisse
The bell blared at exactly 11:30, sharp and jarring, like it couldn't wait to throw everyone into chaos. Almost instantly, the corridor outside flooded with rushing students not because they were starving, but because it was Friday, which meant one thing. The limited-edition blueberry shortcake.
The sound out there wasn't just noise, it was like watching a school version of a zombie outbreak, everyone sprinting like their lives depended on dessert. I still have no clue what makes that cake so special, but apparently, if you manage to get your hands on one, you earn instant admiration from everyone around you like a status symbol made of sugar and frosting.
And honestly, I'll never understand why the cafeteria doesn't just make more than three. Three.For the whole school. No wonder it turns into a war zone every week.
Inside my classroom, though, it's a completely different world. My classmates sit quietly, ignoring the stampede outside, waiting for the chaos to burn itself out before calmly heading to lunch.
And I hate it.
This is exactly why I can't relate to the students outside and also why I've never tasted that legendary shortcake.
I have no idea why I even landed in this class in the first place. I'm not top of my batch. I'm just average. But somehow, I ended up in Class A, surrounded by people who seem born to impress.
They're perfectionists to the bone, always carrying themselves with this careful dignity that earns them approval from every teacher and even the principal. They're so sensitive about their reputation that the smallest mistake becomes a scandal. Honestly, they're like puppets on strings, teachers' pets in uniforms, and I want no part of it.
The truth is, I wouldn't survive in this room without Iohan. He's my only friend here, and probably the only reason I've made it this far without getting into more trouble. He helped me out of situations more times than I can count like last time, when I accidentally spilled ketchup on Jill in the cafeteria. She almost reported me to her dad, who happens to be the principal.
But thanks to Iohan, the whole thing blew over. Turns out, Jill has a crush on him.
That was the time he warned me to be careful with every move I made, and since then, I've been trying to do exactly that.
I don't really mind it now since it's our last school year, and this is the last stretch where I have to keep myself in check just because everyone expects me to. Maybe soon I'll finally get to do what I actually want.
