Tommy looked out at the wi
ndow inside the classroom on a Friday in September. The classroom was almost empty, and it was already after 3 PM. As the teacher packed up his belongings, he noticed Tommy still sitting in his seat. "Tommy, class is over. In fact, school is over. You can go home."
Tommy turned his head towards the teacher. He just stared at his teacher, then looked back towards the window. The teacher sighed and finished packing his belongings. He walked toward his student, standing before him.
"Tommy, is this about those girls & boys again? I already suspended them for a few days, don't worry."
Tommy slowly raised his index finger and pointed down at the window. The classroom they were in was at the 2nd floor. The teacher took a good look at the window, and found what Tommy was looking at. Down at ground level, the group of students that he suspended were not wearing uniform, waiting for someone to come out of the school building.
"They're waiting for me, I bet. It's my fault they got suspended." murmured Tommy.
He slowly stood up, wore his backpack on, & started walking out of the classroom.
It's always like this. Everyday at school, they always pick on me. I haven't done anything wrong to anybody.
After a while, Tommy walked out of the school building in a slow pace. With his head hung low, he moved past the group of suspended students. It took them 4 seconds to realize their victim had walked past them.
"IT'S HIM!!! GET HIM!"
They ran after him, but he didn't run away. The girls tried grabbing Tommy, but he shrugged them off and started walking faster. But the boys grabbed tightly onto him & started to punch him, as if every hit was valuable. Suddenly, a white van drove right past them. The vehicle stops abruptly, its doors opening, releasing furious boys out in the snow.
"Oh. My. God. It's 闪亮!"
Other students who just came out of school took out their cellphones and cameras, taking pictures of the 5 celebrities. Scared all of a sudden, the most of the boys and girls bullying Tommy ran for their lives. Only 2 boys were left, still holding onto Tommy as if he was a hostage. The celebrities; Bryant, Key, Kim Jong, & Onew; glared at the 2 boys. Onew pointed them out, shouting in command.
"CHARGE!"
Bryant & Jong then ushered the fans to back up quickly as Key ripped the boys off Tommy. Onew jumped back into the driver seat and started the engine. The white van quickly drove off, leaving the 2 boys with a big crowd of angry fans.
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The whole dance group arrived back at their condo at 6:30 PM. Every one of them were exhausted, except for Key. He paced around back & forth for 6 minutes. Everyone else laid back on the long couch.
Key: "I've had enough of this! Tommy should be treated with respect!"
Onew: "So you've had a plethora over Tommy's case?"
Everyone looked at Onew awkwardly.
"What? Plethora is an excess. It means overabundance or fullness."
. . .
Everyone pondered over the solution for Tommy's bully problems at school. Suddenly, the phone in the room rings. Onew answers it as Key stopped pacing. He decided to make food for his friends. Meanwhile, Jong looks up at Bryant.
Jong: "Have you ever been bullied, Bryant?"
Bryant: "...sometimes. But it stopped recently."
Jong: "Hmmm. I think it's because you're the quiet nice guy of the group. No one has the need to pick on you."
Tommy: "But why do people keep picking on me almost every day at school?"
Bryant and Jong took a good look at him.
Bryant & Jong: "Because you"re too cute."
Tommy sighed as Onew & Key continued to fulfill their elderly tasks. He started to mutter in a low voice.
"...I wish I was never this cute..."
Key immediately stops mixing the batter for the cookies he was going to make. He turns fast and rushes toward Tommy.
"NO!!! DON'T SAY SUCH THINGS, TOMMY! WE'LL FIND A WAY TO GET RID OF BULLIES!"
Tommy: "...Key...please let go of me...can't breathe..."
Key stopped hugging Tommy after Onew hung up on the phone. He looked disappointed and serious. Everyone stared at him, wondering who was the person on the phone that made his face blank.
Onew: "Tommy, our manager and your parents had an agreement over this afternoon."
Tommy: "Oh no, they heard?!"
Onew: "...yeah. They've known for a while about school."
Jong: "What did they all agree on?"
Onew: "The company's letting us work on the next CD for more than 3 months. We can try making a full album instead of a mini. Throughout the beginning of those few months, the manager and Tommy's parents agreed on letting Tommy..."
Onew stopped talking for a brief moment. Everyone stared at him.
Bryant: "...it's okay. Just say whatever you need to say."
Onew: "...thank you. As I was saying,Tommy, your parents want you to develop your intelligence by...going to America."
Everyone else: "WHAT?!?!?!"
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