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She couldn't help not to smile as she was holding a small piece of paper in her hands. She heaved a sigh and stared at the huge building in front of her where students were coming in and out while laughing with their friends or scratching their heads, confused about their schedules. She laughed a bit as she bit her lips and inhaled as she began pacing to the school’s bulletin.
                          

                          

                          
She could feel butterflies in her stomach as nervousness and excitement clashed inside her. She let out a small smile. This was definitely the first time she saw lots of people, healthy people. She was breathing hospital air as long as she can remember. Being born with a hole in your heart was never an easy thing. And she was even required to live her life inside the huge, cold and hope-sucking room in the hospital. She saw sick people instead of happy people, she saw crying families instead of laughing ones. And she saw the bright light of the hospital instead of the sunset or sunrise. She heaved a sigh as her lips curved into a smile. She found herself just placing her hand on her chest silently thanking the owner of the heart for giving her the chance to live, the chance to see and experience all of these.
                          

                          

                          
She tried pushing her way to the crowd of students and she was glad she was able to reach the bulletin board. She stared at every paper posted on it, searching for her name. ‘Oh there it is,’ she said as she saw her name. ‘Class 3-4,’ she read in her mind as she touched the paper pointing her name. She was about to push her way out of the crowd after getting the information she needed when the wind blew hard taking the paper with it. Her eyes grew wider as she shoved almost everyone out of her way just to chase the paper. Every eye was on her as she chased the paper which landed on the hand of someone who caught it in the air.
                          

                          

                          
She stared at the paper as her gaze fell slowly to the one who caught it. She stared at him in amazement as he took a look at the paper he caught. He was definitely taller than her, he was slim and it was like his body was chiselled, carefully sculpted. He was wearing a black hooded jacket under his school coat, he has a band aid in his right cheek and his hands were wearing red gloves which were still exposing half of his fingers. He was hanging his bag on his shoulder lazily while sucking a lollipop, twirling it around. His hair was definitely long since it was tied in a messy bun with scattered strands in his face. She can’t help not to notice how breathe-taking he was, the most beautiful guy she hadever seen in her life. His eyes were fascinating, his nose, his cheeks, and his curvy lips they were all beautiful in her eyes.
                          

                          

                          
She felt her heart skipped a beat as their eyes met. He was looking at her as if he can see her soul, as if he knew that her heart was beating erratically in her chest at the moment. The guy then walked towards her and handed her the paper without saying anything. She was just standing there, stunned at him. The guy rolled his eyes as he grabbed her hand, making almost everyone gasped; he then made her hold the paper. Dara shook her head lightly, snapping herself from her own reverie as she bowed down to the guy. ‘Thank yo—‘ she wasn’t able to finish what she was saying when he saw the guy walking away from her, without saying anything, not even a single word.
                          

                          

                          
From the moment the guy disappeared from her sight, a girl quickly went to Dara in panic. ‘Are you okay?’, she asked worriedly as she held both Dara’s hand which equally confused and surprised her. ‘I am. Why wouldn’t I?’ she asked in confusion as the girl bit her lips. ‘What class are you in anyway?’ the girl asked randomly changing their topic. ‘3-4,’ Dara answered plainly. A smile curved on the girl’s lips. ‘Great! I’m Gong Minji by the way. You can call me Minzy,’ the girl said happily as Dara’s lips curved into a hearty smile. ‘I’m Park Sandara, just Dara. Nice to meet you,’ she answered back at the girl. She felt so elated right now. She just earned herself a friend; a thing she was dying to do for her whole life.