Seokjin: 2 March Year 19

The office that I followed my father into had a damp smell. It was yesterday, ten days after I returned from America, that I heard that I would be pushed back a year because of the differences in curriculum. "Take good care of him." I unknowingly flinched as my father placed his hand on my shoulder. "School is a dangerous place. Regulations are necessary, of course."  The principal looked at me straight on. The principal's wrinkled cheeks and mouth shook every time he spoke, and the inside of his jet-black lips was deep red. "You feel the same, don't you Seokjin?" As I hesitated at the sudden question, my father began to squeeze my shoulder. It was a strength that sent a jolt to my neck muscles. "I have faith that he will do quite well." The principal matched my gaze tenaciously, and my father's grip got stronger. I clenched my fist at the pain of my shoulder bone, hurting to the point of breaking. My body began to shake and I broke out into a cold sweat. "Surely, you must keep me updated. Seokjin must become a great student." The principal looked at me with a smile-less face. "Of course." Just as he squeezed his reply out, the pain vanished instantly. I heard my father and the principal laugh. I couldn't lift my head. I stared down at my father's brown shoes and the principal's black shoes. Even though I didn't know where the light came from, there was a sparkle. I was scared of it.

 

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