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[demento-mori]

will yall shut tf up about that lame twink fr im trying to see my boy

[gilsgirl]

911 Lone Star Season 4 - My Thoughts

[Long Post Warning]

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Oh hey tumblr, it's me! I've had this idea in my head for a while and thought that since most of my tumblr following is Spam-bots and inactive/deleted accounts (There's a few of you who are still active, so heyyy thanks for still following me!) that I would do my first one on Tumblr. I would love to start Youtube channel, but I still feel a bit shy.

I used to write a lot! If you have been following my blog since, geez, 2012 you know that. Unfortunately, I have been in a very long period of writers block. I'm hoping getting creative ideas on the page will help me start to write again.

The idea I have is to explain what I would want to see happen, or what I would do if I was one of the story writers of some of my favorite shows upcoming seasons. Or even what I think will be happening in these upcoming seasons. I hope this makes sense lol!

The first show I want to deep dive into has been my hyper-fixation show for the past several months (thanks @iboatedhere 🤣). I mean, I have watched the first three seasons of this show maybe 15 times at this point! I just found out a couple weeks ago that they have started production for season 4, and I am so excited to see what is in store! Of course the show I am talking about is 911 Lone Star!

Let's begin:

What I think will happen/What I want to happen

Sectioned by character:

Owen

This man annoys me 10/10 so I hope we see him continue to go to therapy.

I really enjoyed the storyline they gave us at the end of season 3 with Owen returning to California to say goodbye to his father.

I could see the half-brother doing the same thing, coming to Austin trying to connect to his father's past. I also love that irl the actor playing Owen's half-brother is Rob Lowe's brother. That is cool!

Owen telling TK about his past. Does TK know he's named after Owen's brother?

I want Owen and Catherine back together - I know they're toxic af, but I love two type-A characters bouncing off each other!

TK/Carlos (they're together because their relationship is a main storyline)

Jesus....

If they injure this man again...*clenches fist*

Role reverse with Carlos? Carlos gets injured, and TK is at the bedside.

Here's how I would do it: Carlos takes his detective test, passes. Gets put on this high profile case. While investigating, gets kidnapped. Not just for several hours like TK/Tommy/Nancy is that one episode, but for weeks. Then the TK sobriety storyline could tie into this as well. Obviously, when he is found he's relatively okay. They could also tie this into the Judd PTSD storyline too.

Tarlos wedding

less fade to black scenes...this is why I wish that this show wasn't on cable TV. They do fade to black for all the romance aspects. Nancy and Mateo, TK and Carlos, Owen and Catherine.

Paul

I just want this man to be HAPPY! Please 🙏

I would love to see the sister come back in some way, that would be a cool idea

Judd

I LOVE LOVE LOVE the Wyatt storyline! I think it saved his character tbh

I would love to see more from this storyline, but from the season 3 finale it made it seem like Wyatt is going off to college and won't be around.

More about the accident at the beginning of the show. PTSD doesn't just go away like they portrayed.

Maybe during a BBQ the grill does that thing that grills do where the flame

Marjan

Much like Paul, I want Marjan to be on a call and click with someone they are saving.

Maybe she gets hurt on a call. Nothing big, but needs to be out for a couple weeks.

She bumps into this person during that time and starts to secretly date them.

OF COURSE Paul is the first to sniff that shit out! He is her BFF, obviously!

Nancy

GIVE ME A NANCY BACKSTORY!

I want to know why she decided to become an EMT. In the O.G. 911 they did this for Hen and it was a really cool concept.

Similar, there is an episode where she talks about her sister, show me the family!!!

More scenes between her and Mateo. I STG is the writers make them break up I will do something detrimental...

Mateo

(similar to Nancy) GIVE ME A BACKSTORY!!

They hinted at a backstory several times: Dad being in Guadalajara, and being a DREAMER. That is great bones for a backstory! Just saying.

You can tell that Mateo and Nancy's characters were never meant to be apart of the ensemble, but the audience loved their characters so much that they now have storylines. I am excited to see where the writers take them.

Tommy

One of the twins starts getting in trouble at school

Maybe series finale, or series middle finale the twin sets a fire in the school? Or does that seem too much?

Tommy embracing the single Mom life, finally feeling steady in her routine.

It also would be a good idea for Tommy to think that she see's her late husband at one of their scenes. Starts seeing him everywhere. It's not him though, just a man that looks like him.

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What I would write

🚑 Judd goes to surprise visit Wyatt, only to find out that he dropped out of college. He can't get a hold of him, and goes to work. On a call, a new firehouse shows up with fancy gear, tech, truck and their new tech guy...Wyatt.

🚒 Add a single season character, who's exit at the end of the season makes for good drama! AKA this character gets k!lled off. My initial thoughts would be a untamable, young firefighter with survivors guilt, like Judd, gets sent to Owens team

[vibrant-goddess]

yeah im drinking a bit at 130am i have to be at work in five hours but im SAD and i hate my coworkers and im gonna stay up and feel like shit all week so you know fuck it im gonna bitch about it on main bc im tired of giving a fuck about what people think of me and im not putting it under the cut because i seriously dont fucking care

i shoulda bought more cigarillosi havent fucking smoked in seven years like my parents found my cigars when i was a baby adult and yelled at me so i tossed them and never looked back

except now i live on my own in a tiny shitty room that is cheap enough for me to pay off my student loans real fucking fast living with two extremely adorable dogs(they’re my roommates) who dont like being petted so what even are they good for except dragging in dead animals all the fucking time and leaving hair everywhere literally i had to stop baking for my coworkers because no matter how clean i was i ALWAYS FOUND MORE FUCKING FUR but its fine because i don’t like these coworkers anyways

like i know i work in tech but what are the fucking chances that my team would be four white blonde guys(at least two are blue eyed) in their early thirties and then me like what the FUCK and i still have two more months with these fuckers. i have to figure out how to survive eight more weeks with these people who don’t like or respect me. i feel like a goddamn token minority hire and it makes me want to quit. like, just straight up two weeks notice i don’t give a FUCK about completing the rest of my work i don’t give a FUCK about helping this team i don’t give a FUCK about this work assignment my coworkers are so fucking dismissive and passive aggressive AT BEST and whiny turds at worst. i hate coming in at 630 and leaving at 345 without taking a lunch so my work has gotten like 10 extra hours of work for me thats literally, after tax, another student loan payment.

im so fucking miserable here. this town is so fucking small. theres nothing to do here except spend twenty dollars to go to tea except i have to do it myself bcause i dont know how to fucking interact wioth people

and then i thought this month oh ill try to get people i like together for halloween movies at my house except my house is a disaster because my roommate doesnt know how to fucking clean her shit up

literally her dogs shit on the couch and she took hours to do a half assed job of cleaning up. i cleaned the table, the kitchen, the floors, everything, and within two weeks she covered the newly cleaned surfaces with her shit. and like, its like pulling teeth to even get her to move her shit from the dryer after a MONTH so i know any sort of cleaning isn;t going to get done by her

like i thought leaving my parents house would make things so much better i thought the distance would allow me to finally live like an adult, but im essentially living the same fucking life, overextended by my responsibilities, depressed to the point of ideation, too anxious to talk to anyone, except now i have quadruple the bills, still no fucking s/o because apparently im totally unfuckable like even this fucking loser from target ghosted me, and my parents passive aggressively text me everyday because i don’t update them all the time on my THRILLING life that consists of a nine hour work day, three hours of studying for a professional exam that my work won’t pay for, and two hours of costume shit based on a character in a game series i don’t even fucking like for a party im not even going to attend 

and like the obvious answer is drop the costume shit, block your parents for a couple weeks, and go to therapy. i hurried i RUSHED to get my own health insurance so i could finally finally get therapy, only to find out that if my work finds out im getting therapy theyll block any chance at promotion and in this small shitty town there are ten total therapists in a sixty mile radius, only two of which specialize in the CBT (cognitive behavioral therapy) except one is a dude and the other does christian counseling and i fucking refuse to interact with religion i dropped any pretense of religion four years ago and im not fucking going back and if you even FUCKING mention it to me i stg so i guess i have to take my chances with the dude

god i dont want to go to work tomorrow but ive p consistently taken a day off every two weeks and im trying to save up my leave for when i want to just fucking ditch out for a week next year after i pay off my student loans

like EVERYTHING WAS SUPPOSED TO BE BETTER ONCE I MOVED. i told myself oh everything will be better once i transfer except it wasnt i got even more stressed and felt more pressure. i told myself oh everything will be bettwe once i graduate except not only was it not but i hit the worst period of my life after graduating i couldn’t socialize i couldn’t speak i just laid on the floor of my childhood room crying and cutting myself because i couldn’t functgion because life didnt have purpose anymore. i told myself oh everything will be better once i move out once im away from the environment tht made me sick BUT GUESS WHAT TUMBLR the FUCKING ENVIRONMENT THAT MADE ME SICK WAS ME. GUESS WHAT I’M THE TOXIC PRESENCE IN MY LIFE. GUESS WHAT YOU CAN’T RUN AWA FROM YOUR OWN BRAIN.

im so fucking tired of trying im so tired of waiting for things to get better i keep trying things i did cbt on my own for months and it did nothing i drank a lot for a month and it did nothing but make me pee a lot i smoked again and it didn’t help i start cutting again and it did nothing like the only vice i have is eating except to pay off my student loans asap my food budget got stripped so i cant even do that and im just. im so fucking tired of this. im tired of throwing money at my student loan app. im tired of having no room besides my bed so i have to cut fabric while laying under my bed because there no room for me and my cutting mat. im tired of spending every weekend studying my fe study materials for an exam to get a certification my work doesn’t care about whatsoever. im tired of not feeling excited about anything. this is usually my favorite month of the year and i havent done a single fall activity. i dont know why the only person in this stupid city who likes me is the dude who realized im the only single black girl in the city and therefore has decided to make it his mission to try to wear me down so he can fuck me. im tired of working in a team where i have to be the voice of all women all black people and all queer people. im tired of having to either report my comings and goings to my parents from two hundred miles away when they don’t pay for any of my shit(in fact, i pay for some of their shit and they still demand updates like they’re entitled to my fucking life) hold on im getting another drink

and like if i want to even be considered one of the team i have to perform to perfection better than the other fuckers on the team whic means i have to show up before the earliest arriver and leave after my boss leaves and i still gotta do all my personal shit and i cant take a lunch and im UFKCKING SICK OF IT. the other team in our open office is a million times more diverse, they actually communicate and discuss shit. their boss is a woman and they occasionally have women on their team on assignment. they spent an hour debating and charting pizza topping preferences so they could order pizza together. meanwhile, my team cant even be assed to actually ask me a question. 

i dont fucking want to go to work tomorrow. i dont want to fucking go back to this team ever again. my boss offered me a permanent position and i didnt know how to tell him that i hate this team and i cant wait to leave and mute the team server forever and if my next assignment didnt require an additional security thing(DESPITE THE FACT THAT I’VE NEVER STEPPED OUT OF LINE MY ENTIRE FUCKING LIFE I HAD GOOD HS ATTENDANCE I PARTICIPATED IN CLUBS I GOT A FUCKING NATIONAL AWARD I VOLUNTEERED WITH A CHRISTIAN CHURCH I PARTICIPATED IN CLUBS AND STUDENT ORGS IN COLLEGE I DIDNT DRINK A SIP OF ALCOHOL UNTIL I WAS 21 I DIDN’T SMOKE UNTIL I WAS 18 I NEVER TRIED ANY DRUGS NOT EVEN WEED IN FACT THE MOMENT DRUGS WERE PRESENT IN MY SOCIAL CIRCLES I LEFT THOSE SOCIAL CIRCLES AND NEVER LOOKED BACK I NEVER COMMITTED ANY CRIMES I NEVER ASSOCIATED WITH ANYONE WHO DID CRIMES IVE NEVER LEFT THE COUNTRY AS AN ADULT I LITERALLY HAVE THE BACKGROUND OF SOMEONE WHO SPENT 25 YEARS SITTING IN A ROOM EATING SALTINES AND STARING AT A WALL UNTIL I STARTED WORKING) that is taking fucking forever despite my perfect background i would have left this assignment early AND i would have given them excellent documentation when i went.

im so fucking tired. im tired of everything.

[starwriterulia]

Forgiveness, Thankfulness and Remembrance - Chapter 4: Lollygagging Purposefully

FTR on Quotev

FTR on Tumblr: Chapter 1 - Chapter 2 - Chapter 3 - Chapter 4

Chapter Summary (SPOILERS - For Reader Convenience): Eunju and Baekhyun roll through the block of ASWM and first block of Visual Arts. During the break, Eunju learns from Baekhyun and Chanyeol that Sehun and Luhan’s couple relationship is in ruins because of Luhan’s cowardice. Eunju realizes this is something that Haeun and Hyejae know about, but are unable to say anything about, because of the group’s body language when Sehun passes them with three girls. Eunju reflects this behavior, out of respect. We meet the remaining members of TWICE, as well as Jimin, Taehyung, and Hoseok, before the break ends. After Eunju cautiously brings up her concern for Luhan in the beginning of the second block of Visual Arts, Baekhyun says that he does not blame Haeun or Hyejae for not saying anything, and that he will explain the situation to Eunju at lunch break.

-❄❄❄ September 6, 2017. 10:02 AM  ❄❄❄-

        We quickly reach the second classroom on the left, which is three doors down because the first class has two doors. Baekhyun lets go of Chanyeol here, and Chanyeol grabs his hand, rubbing it. "So, Mr. Park is the ASWM and Foundations teacher, and is also Chanyeol's dad." Baekhyun says to me as I glance at the obviously bothered Chanyeol. "If the class works quietly, he lets them have a five minute break every fifteen minutes."

        "He loves it when students ask questions, so you can always ask for help." Baekhyun turns to point towards the door behind him for a moment. "Mr. Beom teaches Pre-Calculus and Calculus, and he's great too. He lets his students write equations on the SMARTboard and help each other."

        "Does every classroom have a SMARTboard? My other school had one almost everywhere." 

        "Yeah, same here." Baekhyun nods a little, then turns to Chanyeol. After a moment, he asks, "What?"

        Chanyeol shakes his head. "Nothing. We can talk about this, later."

        Baekhyun raises an eyebrow. "OK, then. I'll see you later-" He takes a step forward, and Chanyeol lifts his right arm. But, Baekhyun hesitates, and slowly turns to me.

        I giggle and gently pat Baekhyun's back as I pass him into Mr. Park's classroom, which already has half of its students inside. "I'm OK with gay people, you two. I have no idea if you're trying to keep it a secret or if the school knows already, but I'll keep out of it." 

        "You're so weird..." Chanyeol mutters, turning his glare to Baekhyun. "And, you didn't even introduce her."

        "Were we... that obvious?" Baekhyun cautiously adds, diverting his eyes to meet Chanyeol's. "And, I was about to! I just..." He crosses his arms. "Didn't expect her to figure it out, so quickly."

        "You're not wrong, Chanyeol, I am weird. I'm a nerd who wrote a book about adolescence with historical and mythological references." I hear Mr. Park laugh a little from his desk, behind me, as two more students slip in. "And, you were a little obvious. I mean, tall, handsome guys don't drag short, cute guys around by the wrist just for shits and giggles."

        Mr. Park gives a guffaw, a few students laughing as well. Baekhyun chuckles a little, but ceases when he catches the evident fire in Chanyeol's eyes. "I won't do anything with this information if the school's gonna lash out." I turn around and give a short bow to Mr. Park as another group of students file in. "Hello, Mr. Park. I'm Young Eunju, the Canadian transfer in your class." I raise my right index finger. "Would the school knowing about them be a bad idea?"

        "Yes." Baekhyun and Chanyeol immediately answer.

        "Hey, you two are fine!" I turn towards the rows of desks to see Hyejae in the fourth of six rows, which each have five desks, two seats towards my left. "The kids here only care about finishing math, forever." I giggle a little in response.

        "Ah," Mr. Park claps his hands and stands up. "Welcome to SGHS, Eunju, it's very nice to meet you." Baekhyun pecks Chanyeol's left cheek, but he hardly takes a step away when Chanyeol grabs the smaller male's wrist and returns the kiss on Baekhyun's right cheek. Cute, oh my God, that's cute. 

        Chanyeol releases Baekhyun, who hastily passes Mr. Park's desk, his face red and his eyes on the floor. He drops his phone in the bin on Mr. Park's desk that holds other phones, then sits in the second row, three seats from my right. Mr. Park points after Chanyeol, who turns to Mr. Beom's classroom. "That's my son, his older sister is a news reporter. Only his mother, myself and his close friends know of their relationship."

        "This school is full of teenagers, and there's always a student who's looking for trouble. That's why it's best that their relationship remains a secret. Everyone in my class has an assigned seat, so please find your name taped to the top of a desk. Please leave your backpack in front of my desk and your phone in the bin on my desk." I bow my head a little in understanding, set my bag in front of Mr. Park's desk, and place my phone in the bin.

        I walk through the rows of desks to begin my search. Na Choongsik, Oo Joah... I'm not in the front. Gae Yeonho, Wang Kyeongjin... or the second row. Jang Sooji, Gwak Changjoo, Byun Baekhyun, Young Eunju. Ah, here I am; right next to Baekhyun.

        I take my seat and place my binder on my desk as a distant buzzer goes off, then the bell chimes. "Where is that buzzer coming from?" I ask.

        "That would be from the gymnasium locker rooms." Mr. Park answers, taking a marker from the whiteboard. "It's very loud, but that's so everyone knows to hurry up-" He keeps his eye and raised pen on the final student as they scurry to the empty desk. "-So they can leave and not be late." Mr. Park taps the air with the pen, then turns to the whiteboard.

-❄❄❄ September 6, 2017. 11:00 AM  ❄❄❄-

        The bell chimes, and everyone rises from their seats. "I will see you tomorrow during the double block." Mr. Park says, over the scuffling on the floor as everyone grabs their phones and backpacks. I exit the classroom with Hyejae on my left and Baekhyun on my right. Chanyeol latches onto Baekhyun's right side as we pass Mr. Beom's room.

        "I'm surprised I'm not dead." Chanyeol says. "Mr. Beom doesn't like me much."

        "Probably because you think you deserve everything on a silver plate, recently." Baekhyun snarkily comments, receiving a very intimidating glare from Chanyeol. I wave to Haeun as she joins our turn down the main hallway. 

        "Alright, I'm going to retrace my steps, I have Musical Arts, upstairs." Hyejae says.

        "OK, see you, Hyejae." I reply, Haeun and I waving to her as she detaches from us. We pause as we come to the doors of the Visual Arts room, students still filing in.

        "Alright, I guess I'll head upstairs to History." Chanyeol says, rocking on his feet impatiently. "I'll meet you outside for break, Baek."

        Baekhyun gives a little nod. "See you. And, pay attention, you're really something else, today."

        "Mhm." Chanyeol's eyes dart to both sides of the hallway. Seeing that nobody was paying attention, Chanyeol plants a quick kiss on Baekhyun's head, his left hand holding Chanyeol's upper arm before he just as quickly pecks the taller male's nose. Chanyeol catches my eyes and furrows his brows. "Would you stop staring, Eunju?"

        I guffaw as the crowd dies down. "Sorry, Chanyeol. It's still cute, though." Haeun chuckles under her breath, and we enter the classroom. To the left side of the room is a shirt designing press, a deep, metal sink, and a long, wooden table.

        Two tall, wooden cabinets stand at the end of the left wall and beginning of the forward-facing wall. The SMARTboard is just to the left of the teacher's desk, in the center-front of the long classroom, and sure enough, there's a pair of doors that lead into the old drama room between the cabinets and SMARTboard. There's a green screen to the right of the classroom with photography equipment, and a door into the Media Arts classroom to the left of the screen.

        I make eye contact with the female teacher, who sits at her desk, and has blonde hair to her shoulder blades in small curls and light brown eyes. She gives me a small smile, then looks to Haeun as I hear Chanyeol and Baekhyun say farewell again. "Hello, Haeun."

        "Hello, Miss Gyo." Haeun replies as Baekhyun takes a chair from the wall the door is on. "This is Young Eunju, a Canadian transfer student. I'm her STG." Baekhyun sits at the third and final row of tables; two tables are in each row.

        "Ah, welcome, Eunju!" Miss Gyo smiles brightly. "Take a seat anywhere you'd like."

        I nod a little, then Haeun and I each take a chair. I look to Baekhyun and ask, "Do you want to sit alone, this time?"

        Baekhyun sits up in his chair, hastily. "Uh, no, sit with me, please. You're not annoying; you're nice to be around. I usually sit alone, it's kind of a nice change"

        I set down my chair, and swing into it. "Well, it took me seventeen years to learn that you don't get nice things by being a..." I look to Miss Gyo. "Do you tolerate bad language in your classroom?"

        "I'm not a fan of it, no." Miss Gyo answers.

        I return my gaze to Baekhyun. "A mean, selfish, stubborn kid." Haeun and Baekhyun laugh a little, some students joining. 

        "How can someone so cute be so mean?" I widen my eyes as I look to the adorable short blonde haired girl who spoke. She giggles as I stare for a moment, and I giggle along.

        "My foster parents treated me like I was super special." I answer. "I mean, my body is, but the rest of me isn't. And, you're cute, too! I'm sorry for staring, ah..."

        "It's OK, I know I'm cute, hee." She tilts her head cutely. "My name is Son Chaeyoung, tenth grade. It's nice to meet you!" Chaeyoung beams, bowing a little in her seat. 

        "It's nice to meet you, too." I return the smile and gesture as the bell rings. Miss Gyo pulls up the course outline on the SMARTboard. Apparently, there was so many students who wanted to do the course, the school board decided to throw grades ten through twelve into one mixed class per semester. Miss Gyo says this might make the group projects more interesting, because everyone has a unique artistic style, and age groups also have differences.

        Chaeyoung and I got along well, and she proudly showed me some of her sketches of her friends and scenery around campus in a large sketchbook she carries around. 11 o'clock makes itself known to us by the bell, and we rise from our seats. "I'll see you in ten minutes!" Miss Gyo shouts as we leave the classroom.

        Chaeyoung jogs ahead into the hallway, then places a hand on the doorway as she makes eye contact with me. "I have to meet my friends upstairs in the music room. I'll see you after break, Eunju!" 

        "OK, see you, Chaeyoung!" I reply, waving to her. She waves back as she turns to leave, then we walk to the office doors. Haeun jogs ahead to catch the door as a female student releases it, then hands it to another female student as Baekhyun and I pass and thank the student. I immediately spot Chanyeol standing on the grass, a few feet away from the door, the Food Truck parked a little more than halfway down the sidewalk.

        Chanyeol gives a small smile as he makes eye contact with the smaller male. "Hi, jagi."

        Baekhyun inhales deeply as Chanyeol joins our advancing group. "Idiot, don't say that so loudly."

        "I wasn't yelling, Baek, calm down. Besides," Chanyeol glances behind him, then looks to Baekhyun. "There's nobody within five feet of us to clearly hear me."

        "I still don't want you to say it when he's around." Baekhyun growls, making direct eye contact with an approaching, very handsome, blond male student surrounded by three girls. As the student passes us, he exchanges an awkward look to Baekhyun and Chanyeol, who divert their eyes to the side. I follow the hint, looking at the ground, making out that Haeun and Hyejae bow their heads, too. After their footsteps had become soft, I look up to see Baekhyun heave a sigh, his eyes ahead, Chanyeol's dazed in the same direction. 

        I look to Haeun, who lowers her shoulders and frowns. Not her place to say anything, I take it? Baekhyun gives a short growl, then looks to Chanyeol. "What does he think he's doing? Luhan isn't going to come back for him. He's given up too easily." 

        "He's just confused, Baek." Chanyeol says. "All we can do is try to help him."

        "I thought Junmyeon, Yixing and Jongin had that job?" Baekhyun whines.

        Chanyeol looks to Baekhyun sharply. "Sehun is still our friend, and he's a good guy. Even if he did accept the stupidest deal, ever. And, it's Luhan's fault, too. If Luhan wants to be a man so badly, he should stop running away because he's so afraid to come out to the school. Come to school for once, for crying out loud, your boyfriend misses you..."

        We come to the Food Truck, its hatches on the metal box that makes up the back of the truck opened. The lady who owns the truck, a school staff member who's in charge of restocking its supplies and cooking the small selection of hot meals it provides, stands on the grass, a few feet away. She takes money from students who show her what they're buying, placing the Won in her belt-pouch, and a male student assistant jots down what's been taken on a notepad. The chips and dried snacks are on the two higher shelves, while the candy, cookies and flavored water are on the lower two. There are hot potato wedges and mac and cheese in small cardboard bowls, and grilled cheese sandwiches in paper wrappings stashed to the left of the shelves under a yellow heat lamp and closed off to the cool autumn air by a plastic flap. 

        Hyejae takes a bag of dried seaweed while Haeun grabs a bag of spicy chickpeas. Hyejae turns to me and asks, "Do you want a bag of seaweed, Eunju?" Chanyeol grabs two bags of dried seaweed, one spicy, one not.

        "Yes, but not the spicy kind, please." Hyejae takes another bag of seaweed, then goes to pay for both our items as Haeun pays for herself. I watch Chanyeol give Baekhyun the bag of not spicy seaweed, and Baekhyun eagerly opens it. Hyejae gives me my bag, then ticks her head back to the main doors to signal that we should head back. I follow her towards the doors, Haeun beside me and Baekhyun and Chanyeol trailing a little behind.

        As a female student passes the door to Hyejae, I look back to see Baekhy-oh my God, who is Chanyeol and Baekhyun talking to? He's a Korean student with striking, dark brown eyes, and his brown hair is tidy, but I don't see the shine of hair gel in the soft, late-morning sunlight. His left arm is linked with a visually stunning Korean girl with long, glossy black hair and dark eyes that could compete with Haeun's. What a couple; I'll have to ask Haeun and Hyejae who they are. Baekhyun catches my wandering eyes, and gives an awkward smile and wave.

        Aha ha, poor Baekhyun; these must be friends of his and Chanyeol's. I wonder if they're in the big group Taehyung was talking about, earlier? Sehun, Luhan, Yixing and Jongin must be, too, by the way Chanyeol and Baekhyun were talking about them. I think Baekhyun's a little upset that he had to detach from our group. His face depicts a unique, bubbly personality; today is probably not his best day. 

        "Eunju." Haeun snaps me out of my trance, and I give a short, embarrassed laugh before I continue into the school. Haeun chuckles lightly, and I steer my eyes away from the outdoors and let them rest on Hyejae's back as we walk down the grade 10 hallway. As we open our snacks, Haeun asks, "Do you wanna know the names of the couple you saw with Baekhyun and Chanyeol, Eunju?"

        I nod rapidly for a moment. "Yeah, I wanna know who they are. Their visuals are amazing." Haeun and Hyejae giggle.

        "Their names are Kim Junmyeon and Park Jihyo, both in twelfth grade." Haeun says. We turn right to continue down the grade 10 hall. "They've been together since tenth grade, and have always won the class vote for Couple of the Year." I coo, and Haeun giggles with a little nod. "They're really nice, too. You'll usually find them in the library."

        "Is Junmyeon part of the big group of twelve?" I ask. "Baekhyun and Chanyeol mentioned a Yixing and Jongin besides Sehun and Luhan, too. Are they all part of the group, too?"

        "Yes, they all are." Haeun nods twice. "Minseok and Zitao are part of the group, too. The remaining members are Yifan, Kyungsoo and Jongdae."

        "And, is Jihyo part of the group of nine, with Mina and Momo?"

        Haeun nods in confirmation. "I've been in classes with all of them, over the years. You can usually find at least one them either outside on the field, or upstairs in the music studio. They're all ambitious, busy people, and most of them are balls of energy."

        "Wait," I pause as we come to the courtyard doors, Hyejae and Haeun stopping as well. "This school has two music rooms?"

        "Yeah," Hyejae answers. "The one past the old drama room is for band and choir. The one upstairs is an actual studio, and is the Musical Arts classroom. It's just past the Information Technology classroom, at the end of the hall. There's a dance studio up there too, for Dance Club."

        I intentionally drop my Korean and speak in English. "Damn, wow, this school has everything." Haeun bursts into laughter, but Hyejae giggles awkwardly, so I repeat myself in Korean. "I said, 'Damn, wow, this school has everything'." Then Hyejae burst into laughter. Smiling in satisfaction, I lead us down the hallway. 

        As we round the corner into the main hallway, I shriek as I bump into Dahyun, who also exclaims. Laughing as we recover, we make eye contact as we calm ourselves down. "Hi, Dahyun." I greet, then look to see she was accompanied with Jimin, Taehyung and another girl who is shockingly cute. I give a short wave, and Taehyung and the girl return the gesture. 

        "Hi, Eunju, Haeun and Hyejae." Dahyun says, waving to my friends. She makes eye contact with Taehyung and the girl. "Do you know Taehyung and Tzuyu?"

        "I met Taehyung this morning when Haeun unnie and I visited the old drama room." I smile and look to the girl, Tzuyu. "Tzuyu is a new name to me, though! It's nice to meet you." I bow a little, and Tzuyu does the same.

        "It's nice to meet you." Tzuyu replies. "What grade are you in?"

        "I'm in twelfth grade."

        "Oh, you're my unnie, too!" Tzuyu smiles. "I'm in tenth grade." I give a small 'ah!' in reply. 

        "So I've been told that you met-" Dahyun counts on her left hand. "-Minseok, Zitao, Mina, Seokjin, Momo and Jungkook, Eunju?" Dahyun asks, redirecting my attention to her. "They were with Taehyung, this morning."

        "Yes, I met them, too." I nod a little. "I met Chaeyoung this morning, I think she's part of your group because you all seem to be in the same place."

        "Yeah, that's true." Dahyun nods. "We stick together. Have you met Jihyo, Nayeon, Jungyeon and Sana yet?"

        I shake my head. "Haeun unnie said that I saw Jihyo outside with her boyfriend, Junmyeon."

        "Oh yeah," Dahyun tilts her head back. "They left us at the double doors on the left end of the science hallway just by the stairs. We should find the others so you can meet! Ah, but were you going anywhere?"

        "No, we were just walking." Hyejae answers.

        "Come with us, let's find them, together!" Dahyun exclaims. I nod in agreement, Haeun nodding a little and Hyejae nodding cutely. Dahyun links her left arm with my right, and we lead the others down the right hallway at the cross-hall junction. Singing warm ups come from the end of the hallway in the band room, and we peer inside to find the three girls Sehun was with, Sehun himself, Hoseok, and a Chinese male student who is breathtakingly beautiful.

        Dahyun opens the door, and we quietly let ourselves in. As the door quietly closes behind us, Hoseok immediately notices Jimin and Taehyung. The girls, smiles washing onto their faces, trade waves to Dahyun and Tzuyu. Sehun and the other student glance to us, but return their eyes to the sheets of music on the black, metal stands. I recognize them to be singing the second verse (skip to 1:50) of At Gwanghwamun by Kyuhyun of the popular boy group, Super Junior.

        After the song was finished, we give them a warm round of applause, the female music teacher joining us. "Beautiful! I hardly had to teach you anything, you know the song so well." She chuckles lightly. "Thank you to our audience for arriving at almost the perfect time, as well."

        Dahyun and I lead our group as we applaud ourselves, laughing along with the performers. The three girls approach our group, binders containing papers in hand, while Hoseok, Sehun and the third male student set the stands aside. "Alright, the bell is about to ring. I will see you tomorrow during Break, then during Collaboration, if you are able to make it. Please make sure you come to the after school practice on Thursday!"

        "Bye, Mrs. Jeung!" The long, light brown haired of the three says, waving enthusiastically to the teacher. The other girls say 'goodbye' as well, Hoseok joining us as Taehyung holds the door open for us. 

        "Goodbye!" Mrs. Jeung replies, waving in return as she approaches a desk near the door. Sehun and the third student politely excuse themselves as they pass our group, both keeping their eyes on the floor and wall as they speed away.

        "Wow, Sehun is still really hurt about Luhan..." The same girl says, then looks among our group. "Hi, Haeun and Hyejae; who's this?" She makes eye contact with me as Sehun and his walking partner continue down the hallway towards the library. 

        "Sana, this is Young Eunju." Dahyun says. "She transferred here from Canada for her senior year."

        "Oh, welcome to SGHS!" Sana beams, bowing politely.

        "Thank you." I return the gesture, smiling as well. 

        Dahyun gestures to the mid-red haired girl. "Eunju, this is Nayeon-" She gives a small bow, which I return. "-And, Jungyeon." I bow along with the short blonde haired girl in greeting. "And now, you've met all of TWICE, the cutest and best in all of Korea!!"

        Her fellow members screech with her, except for Jungyeon, who does so less enthusiastically. They giggle as they calm themselves, then Nayeon makes eye contact with me and asks, "Eunju, how did you get into SGHS?"

        "I got a Languages scholarship and a Language Arts scholarship." I answer. "My major is writing." Nayeon gives an 'mm' in response as we turn left down the junction. "What classes do you, Sana and Jungyeon have right now, Nayeon?"

        "Jungyeon and I have Yearbook, and Sana has Language Arts." Nayeon answers. "What about you, Haeun and Hyejae?"

        "Haeun and I have Visual Arts, and Hyejae has..." I look to her. "Actually, I don't know about Hyejae."

        Hyejae smiles as we come to a stop at the Visual Arts classroom. "I have Communications 12. I'm taking Language Arts next semester instead of an elective. The bell is actually going to ring soon, so let's meet around here, for lunch, if we can?"

        "Taehyung and I can't make it, we have Dance Club upstairs at 12:25." Jimin says, looking to Hyejae.

        "I think we girls can make it, Chaeyoung will definitely come after she's done helping in the cafeteria." Dahyun says, taking her turn to look at Hyejae. "But Jihyo, Momo and Mina might be with their boyfriends. We might see them, though. Jihyo's the only one of us you haven't properly met, right, Eunju?"

        "Yes, that's right." I answer, nodding once.

        Dahyun makes a soft hyuk. "Ah, we'll have to introduce her to you!"

        "And, the rest of our group, too." Taehyung says. "Jimin and I shouldn't have a hard time finding them, either."

        "Yeah, it'd be good to meet them, too." I reply.

        "Alright," Dahyun says, linking her right arm with Jimin's left and taking Tzuyu by her other arm. "Let's go before the-" Ding! Ding! Ding! Dahyun drops her shoulders as we laugh at the coincidental cue. "See you, Eunju and Haeun!"

        "Bye!" We reply to each other, the group of seven with Hyejae departing ahead to the staircase by the office doors. Chaeyoung passes them as they round the corner, and they greet each other before being forced to say goodbye, though they laugh through the entire meeting. 

        Chaeyoung beams as she approaches Haeun and me. "Hi, again!"

        "Hi, Chaeyoung. More sketching of a bonsai tree, yay." I give a quiet applause on my rught palm with my left fingers, and Chaeyoung laughs as we enter the classroom. 

        "We're being marked on creativity and style, not accuracy." Chaeyoung says as we take our seats. Baekhyun had already returned, as well as the majority of our class. "Not a lot of art classes do that, our school is really special." 

        Baekhyun growls lowly in his throat, drawing my attention. "If special means that they allow students to skip a whole week of school and not call the parents, then yeah, it's special."

        "You're talking about Luhan?" I cautiously ask. The carefulness didn't help one bit, Baekhyun still ends up glaring at me, like I've broken something precious to him. "Sorry, sorry, it's not my place to ask." I bow my head a little, warmth rushing to my face. Just as I could feel myself go pale as I stare at the table, Baekhyun slowly exhales, and I look up to him.

        "If you're not doing anything at lunch, I can tell you while we eat. I imagine my friends will help." Baekhyun says, sucking in his bottom lip for a moment as he looks to Haeun. "I don't blame Haeun for not telling you." He returns his eyes to mine. "It's a sad situation, and it's affected a lot of people besides Sehun."

        "Just..." Baekhyun exhales heavily through his nose. "Don't talk to him about Luhan, or anything related to Luhan. The last thing we need is for him to run away, too. But, just remember that it's not your problem or your fault, especially because you weren't here when it all happened, OK, Eunju?"

        "OK, I understand." I nod twice, then the bell goes again to signal class, and Mrs. Gyo stands up from her desk.

-Forgiveness, Thankfulness and Remembrance-

WE: 4432 words, yep, that's enough! I feel like an accomplished author, when I have 3-5k words in a chapter. I'm really excited to show you what's next, you're going to love me and hate me at the same time.ヽ(´∇´)ノ Thank you for reading!