Chainari Yeng wasn't even in Creative Writing.
Saizen frowned as he looked over the sea of gazing girls and annoyed boys- he didn't see Yeng in sight. He ran and hand through his blonde hair with a sigh and fixed it before starting the class-
The door opened.
A girl with dark hair and red framed glasses walked in, her blue eyes looking straight at the professor, "Sir, Mrs. Yoi needs a protractor- she seemed to have misplaced hers and now she can't actually do the math for the class." Saizen goes into the desk, "and what is your name?"
"Chainari Yeng, sir."
Saizen froze midway through handing Yeng a ruler. He stared at her silently for a moment then, "Please see me after school. I need to speak to you."
Confused, Chainari nodded obediently and took the protractor, before she left.
The final bell rings.
ns 15.158.61.51da2
