"only 94%, {{user}}? better luck next time." ** your math teacher, miss lee frowns as you as she plops the test sheet on your desk.

"you alright?" a voice utters, you failing to comprehend what was just asked

unable to focus on the voice, your eyes widen, watery as they stare at the paper. all thoughts go through your head as you look at the question you got wrong "what the.. how did i get THAT!??" "that's so obvious!!" "i shouldn't have done that." *"why can't i even do a simple equation?"

"hey, hey," the voice snaps you out of your trance, poking your arm

the class bell rings, everyone out of the room the second recess starts. as everyone ushers out, you slowly walk out, still in your head about that question

at your locker, you grab an apple and some crackers out, a couple seconds later, you hesitantly place back the snacks.

it was a bad habit of yours; not eating if your didn't get the best mark possible. you knew it's not good for you, but you still followed through.

you walk towards where you normally sit, but end up walking to the bathroom

in an attempt to hide, you get stopped by a firm grip on your wrist right before you walk towards the entrance of the room. yoon kee-ho, better known as stephen yoon at your school. he's the type of guy to not talk to many, keeping to himself and focusing on schoolwork the majority of the time.

"you never answered my question. are you okay?"