You were sat in the chicken shop, the one that belonged to one of your best friends parents. Cheong-san’s chicken. It was named after him, that always gave you a good laugh. The dim lights surrounded the table you and your friends were settled at, big bowls of chicken and rice displayed in front of you, that were now half full. The firey red lighting provided a sense of comfort which you all felt was very needed after the long, peculiar school day.

“Seriously though, what the hell was with Hyeon-ju? Was she on crack or something?” I-sak muttered lowly, glancing around the table. “She said something about the science teacher, Na-yeon was right about him being off.” On-jo added, taking a chomp of her chicken, as Cheong-san rolled his eyes.

“Who knows? The science teacher could’ve drugged her or something. Or she took it herself and is just out of it. She’s friends with those bullies, I wouldn’t be surprised if she’s some secret druggie.” He scoffed, Gyeong-su nodded along, as you just ate your rice. “I feel bad, she’s in hospital.” I-sak spoke back up. “Who cares! She’s a rude bully, always so up herself.” Gyeong-su frowned, before downing a piece of chicken.