Realistic or Modern who are you: school 2019

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It had been a rough day of school, mostly because there had been an announcement about the one year memorial for Lee Na-young that was coming up. Students in the class 3-A were always the ones who were affected the most about these announcements or reminders about the girl. This was mostly due to the fact she was so close to all of them. Everyone was silent as they grabbed their things from their lockers and prepared to leave for the day. There was nothing more to be said or done at that point. The quietness of the classroom was disrupted when one of the students gasped loudly, a letter falling out of her locker and on to the floor of the classroom.

Everyone's eyes were soon on the girl as she picked up the letter and slowly showed it to everyone. It was enough to make everyone's heart stop for a moment as the envelope was the same one that Na-young always used, and had the same perfume. Upon opening it and reading the contents out loud, every single person in the room began to race for the library, terrified yet excited about what they would find if they followed the clues hidden within the letter.

'The tragedy that happened last year was no accident and that's a fact. You may choose to ignore this letter or view it as a sick prank, but this isn't a joke. This letter is seeking justice for the beloved Na-young who was taken far too quickly. In order to learn more about this, you will all have to work together and uncover the truth behind her death. If you go to the library and find the book she constantly had checked out, you will get your first clue. Good luck.'

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One year. One year since Seo Hyunjae lost the love of his life, the only girl he ever wanted, the girl he thought he would marry one day. She was beautiful, kind, caring, the most perfect girl he had ever seen, and he was so grateful she took a chance with him. Nobody figured out who did it or what happened, and all he wanted was justice.

He had nearly lost it almost five times that day, every time someone brought her up or he took a good long look at the painting he had hung up of her. He found himself tearing up, biting down harshly on his lip. He got up as the bell rang, shoving some of his things in the small locker and slamming it shut, swinging his bag over his shoulder and turning around to go speak to Haneul. He heard a loud gasp, glancing over his shoulder at Eun-Yeong who stood in front of her locker. He glanced at her feet, his heart stopping as he stared at the envelope. Na-Young. He dropped his bag on the ground, hurrying over to Eun-yeong, tears springing to his eyes once he smelled the familiar scent.

As she started to read, tears flowed down his cheeks, hands clenched at his sides and biting on his lip harshly to hide back the sob threatening to escape. without thinking he reached for Haneul's shoulder, gently gripping it and steadying himself before taking off after everyone towards the library.

Anger was growing inside of him though, thinking about how it might be some sort of sick joke, but part of him knew this wasn't. It was the way to find justice for his love.

The book. He remembered what it looked like, but he could never remember the title despite her constantly talking about it, he could probably write an essay on it because of her, but in that moment he couldn't remember the name for the life of him.

 

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yu haneul

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The rustling of books and shuffling feet woke Yu Ha-neul from his slumber. He turned his head in his arms, a deep groan left his lips as his eyes fluttered open. Peering passed his long lashes in a daze, he squinted a few times to get his vision to focus. Gray uniforms were passing by, the wind from their movements causing the fringe of his hair to sway gently. The hair that tickled his nose was finally enough to force him sit up and stretch him arms upwards with a loud yawn.

As his fingers slipped into the knot of his tie to loosen it, he took a few moments to glance around. The mood in the room was less than welcoming. While the hallways were bustling with life from students ready to go on with their day, the students of 3-A were the opposite. There were a few smiles here and there, but none so bright that they could've blinded a man. Even chirpy Ji-eun wasn't her usual happy self, but it was all to be expected. The whole day was set to become a depressing one after the school director announced Na-young's one year death anniversary. It hit every one of his classmates hard. It got him too, but he was the type that never really expressed himself anyways so no one knew about the hurt and disorientation he felt from her passing.

After a few stretches, the sharp gasp that came from behind him forced him to spin around. "What's wrong?" Ha-neul asked as he walked over, bag slung over his shoulder. His attention was soon drawn to the letter in the small girl's hand. The stationary was hauntingly familiar and the faint scent of perfume that radiated from it even more so. A mild feeling of anxiety began to fill his body, sweat threatening to form along his hairline. He reached over to hold Eun-young's hand stead, which was highly unlike his character, and urged her to read it aloud, loud enough that the other curious classmates wouldn't shove her.

A few moments of silence passed before most of them began scattering towards the library. Ha-neul was about to ask if Eun-young and Hyun-jae were okay, but the latter answered by putting a hand and all his weight on the male's left shoulder. Ha-neul immediately reacted by offering an arm for support, a faint look of concern on his face.

"We should go," he said softly to Hyun-jae. "I doubt anyone knows what book to look for besides you and maybe Eun-young."

 

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Pushing away those thoughts, she packed up her school bag and headed for her locker to grab a notebook she needed to take home. This time she had a feeling she'd stay at home rather than pester her classmate at his job. She didn't want to annoy him when he was already probably down in the dumps. But as the girl was closing her locker, the gasp of a classmate made her turn and stare at the girl, noticing an envelope at her feet. Curiosity got the best of her and Ji-eun walked over to Eun-yeong's side like every other student, peering over her shoulder as she picked up the envelope. "It's the same." Her voice was soft, barely above a whisper as she stared at it, recognizing the signature scent and design.

Na-young had used those constantly as she was particularly fond of stationary and always made sure to have some on hand. The contents of the letter were enough to make Ji-eun's heart race, feeling like it was too soon for something like this to happen. What if it was just a prank? What were you supposed to do in that situation? Carefully, the girl took the piece of paper from the trembling hands of Eun-yeong and read it over again, eyebrows furrowing in concentration. "I think we should go and check it out." Ji-eun took the hand of the dancer and they began to head out in the direction of the library, not really discussing the letter or anything.

The only good thing about going to the library after school was over was that it was completely empty. There was rarely anybody in the library at that point in time which would make it easier to search for a book. The only problem was that they had a pretty big library and were looking for only one book. The only upside to the situation was the fact they had the boyfriend and childhood friend of Na-young in their class which meant they would most likely find it without struggling too much. [/div][/div][/div] [div class="border2"][/div] [/div][/div] [div class="codetag"]coded by ukiiyo[/div]

 

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Other students ran in front of the two girls but she didn't care. She just wanted air and to leave school. Why would she search for some book just because a stupid letter told her to? Why would she believe the words of someone who purposefully chose the perfume and stationary that Na-young used every single day? Why would she trust that? At that sudden realization, Eun-yeong stopped in her tracks, practically pulling Ji-eun off balance once they were inside the library. "Unnie... we shouldn't. It's just a letter. I get these all the time, I don't think we should waste our time with this right now." Maybe it was the fear talking or maybe it was the cold truth that she had gotten used to listening to. "Why would they write us a letter and not take this evidence to the police? Why would they give it to students?"

The warm tears rolled down flushed cheeks and for a moment she didn't wipe them away. However, as soon as people entered the library she wiped away the evidence of her tears and inhaled deeply. If everyone else was going to do it, why couldn't she? "I'll help you look but don't get disappointed if there isn't anything in there." Eun-yeong wasn't exactly confident in her abilities to figure out what book Na-young always would check out, mostly because the girl was a big reader and checked out a lot of books multiple times. But the letter made it seem like it was a book she just kept with her and didn't necessarily read. "Maybe it was that older book? A foreign novel?" [/div][/div][/div] [div class="border2"][/div] [/div][/div]

 

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YOO JINBYUL

jinbyul felt slow and sluggish as she gathered her things from her locker and packed her books into her bag. the whole day had passed in a haze and felt way too long already, but for some reason she could barely recall anything that had happened. aside from the announcement about nayoung, of course. she didn't respond to the loud gasp that cut through the quiet room, but curiosity got the best of her and she wandered over when she saw everyone else had migrated to the same spot.

her heart froze as she listened to eunyeong's pained voice read out the ominous contents of the letter the other girl had received. she immediately entertained the thought that the letter might be a prank but just as quickly decided that it wasn't. she'd had a quiet suspicion for months that the police were not being completely honest about what had happened to nayoung and, to be honest, she didn't want to believe that anyone they knew would be capable of the cruelty it required to pull this kind of joke.

when the other students started running down to the library, jinbyul didn't hesitate to follow at a brisk pace herself. the matter was serious, and even if their search for the book turned out fruitless, she was eager to take any viable excuse to miss her after-school harp lesson. struggling through advanced pieces while her hands cramped and her austere harp teacher glared at her for several hours would have been more emotionally draining than mourning the loss of her past friend at that point in the day. besides, unlike some others in the class, jinbyul wasn't the type to shy away from her grief. she was used to the pang in her chest whenever she reflected on happy memories with nayoung.

but back to their current task. jinbyul had no idea what book the letter was referring to. nayoung had been an avid reader like herself, and the pair used to spend hours discussing their favorite reads. however, that also meant nayoung had had lots of different books with her at all times.
"maybe it was an older book? a foreign novel?"
byul looked at the students who were going through the bookshelves with a small frown on her face before turning to reply to eunyeong.
"the librarian should still be here, right? do you think she'll look up nayoung's old library checkouts for us?"

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It was another year of school for the typical Minhyuk, just that it was exactly around the same time that the classroom teacher had announced the death of his dear classmate, Lee Nayoung. A social butterfly who suddenly left the world without saying her goodbyes. Minhyuk still believed that something suspicious had occurred according to her death. She wouldn't just disappear out of nowhere and there were no signs of self-harm or self-doubt. He had just come back from the bathroom after finishing his business when he heard the students gasp in sync inside the classroom. Startled because he thought something bad had happened, Minhyuk ran inside the classroom to see that a familiar-looking envelope in one of the student's hand.

"This letter is seeking justice for the beloved Na-young who was taken far too quickly."

Minhyuk felt a weird feeling in his stomach. It was sort of like... having butterflies in his stomach, but he wasn't feeling excited about what was going on, rather... he was quite nervous. The words repeated in his head, "seeking justice" as if his guts were correct: something had really happened to her. But why? Why would this occur right near the same time as the anniversary of her death? There was something definitely odd going on, but in order for him to figure what was wrong about this letter, he had to follow the orders in the letter. A couple of the students hurried off, those that Minhyuk had seen that were definitely close to her. He hurried to his desk and grabbed his bag, collecting his paper and pencils and threw it in his bag and rushed off to the library right after the others left first.

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You can say that Minhyuk loved being in the library. It was an escape from reality to him so that he could go read his books and enter into his own world of imagination. Only this time, the first step he took inside the library was a feeling of fear. Fear of finding out the truth about Nayoung. Was she really killed? Did something really happen to her? Minhyuk had different scenarios in his head about this suspicious letter, but the justice to finding out what really happened to her was what kept him moving forward.

The stench of a combination of grassy notes with a tang of acids and a hint of vanilla over an underlying mustiness hung around the books, something that many book lovers love to smell in the pages of its own novelty. A couple of students hurried around the library, searching for the book that Nayoung had carried with her when she was alive. Minhyuk had recognized a book she often carried with her when he would walk with her to class, but it was always covered with a binder or another book on top of it. It was a shame that whenever he saw Nayoung in the library, he didn't really pay attention to what she was reading.
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baek soo-ah

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When the last bell rang, Soo-ah was one of the firsts to leave. She'd wanted to use the restroom before it got too crowded, as crowds always made her feel a tad uneasy. Perhaps uneasy wasn't the right word. It was more like they bothered her. The way people would push and shove whenever they were forced into a small area was annoying, and she tended to be the unintended victim due to her small size. The fact that she usually carried her cello case around didn't help either. It only gave more people more volume to push around.

After finishing up in the ladies' room, the brunette made the short walk back to class. She'd figured everyone would have been gone by then, but that wasn't the case at all. A majority of her classmates were speeding out of the room like a pack of hungry wolves, sparking some curiosity in her usually calm mind. Gazing down the hall somewhat, she heard some of them whisper something about the library. Is that where everyone's going? Soo-ah thought to herself.

If that were the case, it'd be an easy detour after grabbing her cello from the music room.

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With her cello hanging behind her back, Soo-ah made the brief walk towards the library. As soon as she stepped in, she was welcomed by the scent of books, new and old, in a rather unpleasant way. The smell of mildew was a bit overwhelming in combination with the cleaning supplies the school so desperately used to mask the aging place. It was almost sad that the library was one of the less funded areas of school, but that was what happened when an academic setting relies on donations.

Looking around, Soo-ah noted her classmates frantically searching for something. She was still confused and wanted to know what was going on, so she tried finding a face she was familiar with. That was when Jinbyul, her longtime friend, could be seen from across the building. Letting out a quiet huff, the brunette made her way over but failed to notice the male to her left. Her cello case bumped into him, causing her to almost lose her balance.

"Ah, sorry..." Soo-ah apologized with a head bow, noting that it was one of her classmates. She couldn't recall his name, which wasn't a surprise since she never bothered to learn any of her classmates' names. It was some something Min... Minho? Minha? Minyoung? Realizing she was probably staring while trying to remember his name, she nodded again and continued her journey to her best friend.

"Byul," she began as she neared the girl, "what's going on? Why is everyone in the library?"

 

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Another voice popped in and Ji-eun turned to see another classmate, one that she didn't necessarily talk to all the time. She was always so quiet and just seemed like she preferred being along so the class president didn't try to pester her. "The librarian? I didn't see anyone at the desk when I came in, they probably are on a break or something right now. This is usually when a student puts away books." As someone who worked in the library before, Ji-eun knew that the librarian normally took off when school ended in order to get some food or deal with personal matters which wasn't exactly helpful.

"I think that we can start looking until the librarian comes back so that we can at least eliminate certain sections of the place. Eun-yeong said that it could be an older novel or a foreign one so let's start there. I think most people are familiar with the types of books that Na-young read so we should split up and look." Ji-eun spoke with a sort of gentle confidence that made her at least feel like she wasn't being bossy or something like that. She really didn't feel like annoying people by being 'bossy' or something like that. So she moved away from Eun-yeong, trusting her with the other girls and went off into her own section of the library. Guilt continued to weigh heavily on her shoulders as she began to pull romance novels from the shelf and looked inside of them, trying to find something that belonged to Nayoung.

Maybe she was getting ahead of herself. After all, she really didn't know the girl that well and just seemed to talk with her during class. Maybe she shouldn't have taken charge of the whole situation and just let the students do what they wanted. But it was difficult. She just couldn't stand around and do nothing. Ji-eun's shoulders slumped slightly as she skimmed through a book before putting it back on the shelf with some difficulty. She had never felt so out of place in the school before, but she did. It was like being in an entirely different world. Instead of looking for a book to read during her spare time, she was looking for one that would prove her classmate's death wasn't an accident. The whole situation was just creepy. [/div][/div][/div] [div class="border2"][/div] [/div][/div] [div class="codetag"]coded by ukiiyo[/div]