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The Art Of Anxiety

This Novel Is written through thoughts and expressions

Bocaj · Politique et sciences sociales
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5 Chs

Chapter 4: My Fate

I made it to school. surprisingly, I survived more than a second until they called me down to the office.

The instant I heard "Jason Kim please report to the office at this moment" my heart came to a stop as if it lost its battery. I slowly walked to the office building, looking down with a face of defeat and sorrow.

"So, Jason what's wrong?" the principle said.

"Nothing" I said with a sly voice.

"Well apparently it isn't nothing if you reported it!" she said with an annoyed voice

"I'm so sorry, you misunderstood. My mom reported it" I replied quickly.

"No she didn't, your Dad did." she said

"But my Dad is in America," I thought.

In order to not cause trouble I politely went along with the principle.

"OH I'm so sorry, it was just some joking around." I said

I replied this way, because I knew my Dad didn't report it. Nor did my Mom, so I thought.