** ` yellow fever
honestly, she didn’t understand why things are so fucking perplexing with these people.
why was it so hard to take basic social cues — or even use some goddamn common sense?
why was it that, kim yeri, possibly the youngest of the bunch gathered before school and clad in a yellow and red dotted track jacket and jeans, seemingly the one with the most sense? was this a joke? a hidden camera?
she had been excited for the whole sh’bang, after all — yeri had long felt the sting of missing out on their first simulation. which, by the way, given the fact that the headmistress had explicitly described it as a real run rather than a simulation, further confused the hatchling.
“seriously—why the fuck are you all so dressed up?”
—that bitch has heels on.
