Seokjin 15 August YEAR 22 I stepped on the brakes after realizing I had unknowingly increased my speed while driving away from the intersection.
The only thing we knew was that we were at least together. We had nothing and had no idea of what the future held. That day we had sat by the beach shoulder-to-shoulder. Pressing the camera button, the scenery in front of my eyes changed to the day from 2 years and 10 months ago. If you asked me if anything had changed, I would've answered by saying that it was me who changed as a person. The light reflecting off the water and the wind in the trees were familiar sights. Through the camera lens, the sea stretched far and wide. I didn't know where the light was coming from but it twinkled. I could only see the brown shoes of my father and black shoes of the principal. I heard the laughter of my father and the principal. "Yes." I squeezed out a response and the pain disappeared.
Are you going to be a good student?" The principal asked me this with a straight face. My body was shaking and dripping with cold sweat. He clenched his fists around my shoulders to the point that my bones felt like they would shatter. "I trust that you'll do well." The principal persistently continued to make eye contact and my father squeezed me tighter. The sensation caused shocks to go up and down the muscles of my neck. "Don't you think so as well?" I was hesitating at the abrupt question and my father squeezed my shoulders harder. Every time he spoke, the fat around his wrinkly cheeks and mouth would shake.
"School in general is a dangerous place, we need order and control." The principal said this while staring dead into my eyes. When he put his hands on my shoulders I flinched without knowing. "I am leaving him in your hands," my father said. It had been 10 days since I returned from America, I heard that I had to start a year lower because the education system was different. Seokjin 2 March YEAR 19 I followed my father into the principal's office.