New School, New Beginning
A slim woman walked down the corridors with a pile of documents in her one arm and a bag in her other. I watched her while she was busy talking to me, asking me questions about my ethnicity and why I suddenly decided to come back if I could have had a better life where I originally live. Well, I couldn’t blame her for her curiosity and simply answered everything until we reached a door, covered in scribbles, scratches and reeking dirt.
“Well then Miss Kim; are you ready?” I nodded with a cool expression although I was already at the verge of vomiting from the smell along.