Indigos
Surprised
"Starts and ends always happen together, so keep going that you get bored. But you know, there's nothing you can do but just shut up and watch it keep rolling."
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Early in the morning, at about six o'clock, Jean stepped out of the boarding house, carrying her old blue backpack, the girl who braided her hair opened the gate.
Walking with his head staring straight, greeting some mothers who happened to be outside their respective homes.
A motor stopped right beside him, Jean automatically stopped stepping.
There, Krisna sat on the bike in a dark blue bomber jacket, matching the sweater that Jean wears today.
"What are you doing here?" Jean blinked innocently.
Krisna clucked, "Whose yesterday asked to be ushered in? The turn has been picked up even the way first," the young man sneered.
Jean grimaced and laughed embarrassedly, "Forgot, the habit of going out on its own."
"Basic singles. Yaudah is up now, I don't want to be late" Krishna said.
Jean pursed her lips slightly, "Yes patiently."
***
Staring at the high-rise building Delta International High School makes a question arise in Jean's mind.
So, when Krisna's ninja motorbike was parked neatly, Jean immediately handed him a helmet, "Lo class 11 how many dah? How I just saw."
Krishna turned his head and laughed mockingly, "Class 11? I've been in class 12 times."
The girl's eyes were round, "Loh? Loh!? How is waketos?"
"Yes still, wait for the annual pension of a new change of office," Krishna stepped through the corridor of the first floor followed by Jean.
Jean took a slow step, leaving Krishna far ahead of her. The girl was reluctant to invite questions from students who were following every step of the vice chairman of OSIS.
It was only when Krishna disappeared from her sight that Jean turned towards the mading with the bag still perched on her back.
Quotes of the day.
Every step, always accompanied by desire. To quickly get to the destination, or to quickly leave behind memories.
But what you almost forgot, everyone stepped in, not just you alone. So, when your desire has not been achieved, do not stop stepping.
Jean's eyes were glued to the paper in front of her, the girl's mind drifting as her head lowered. Staring at his pair of shoes that were now still in place, while other shoes seemed to walk around him.
Away, closer. Then back away. It never stops.
Jean looked up, smiling faintly before turning the steps towards her class at the end of the corridor.
For the umpteenth time, the girl was motivated by a piece of paper.
***
"HEAVY STUDENT GUYS!"
The whole class welcomed the enthusiasm of Arjun-chairman of class 10 IPS 4 who immediately pushed to the back of the class, displacing Jean who realized himself that the clock was empty, his stool would be the headquarters of the students of his class.
Moving to the front bench, the girl is faced with a gossip gang that is concurrently becoming an impromptu salon with Vana being used as an experiment.
Moving into the middle of class, Jean stares tiredly at some of her class girls who focus on their cellphones while occasionally screaming in a snarl as a pale-skinned young man is seen dancing.
+6287xxxx : To the music room now, jamkos right? We're rehearsing.
Jean smiled obliquely, the front number +62 means the person who chatted is Indonesian.
But, who?
The girl sniffed her shoulders and put her phone back in her pocket while walking out of class.
Apparently, student heaven was not just happening in Jean's classroom, but one school.
Arriving on the first floor, Jean turned towards a row of special exkul room, starting from journalism, scouts, photography, mading, and finally music.
Without knocking, Jean entered a medium-sized room already inhabited by four humans. Three young men and a woman-neighbor, meaning 'someone'.
"Et et, budah," Jean immediately held back when she saw Nino wanted to say something, "Gue wanted to nanya."
Everything was silent, but Jean kept her voice open.
"Why is there jamkos?"
"The meeting teacher is with OSIS" Aris replied briefly.
"So who's been chatting me?"
Kaisha pointed at Nino, the young man protested.
"Last," Jean looked at Rega who was ready in position with bass in her hand, "When are you here, that feeling is still playing UNO?"
"Since you moved around sitting."
Jean nodded, "Continue, now what do you want?"
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Chingu-deul!
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ARE YOUR FIRST IMPRESSIONS THE SAME :
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