Back to the class meeting. The mini soccer tournament has officially started. Today's match schedule is the first match between Class 10-2 and Class 11-5. The match went very easy, which was won by classes 11-5. Many assumptions about the match appear unbalanced because the opponent is only a first grader. The second match ended with a score 2-1 to class 10-6 as a winner. And now the third match is taking place between classes 11-7 and classes 11-6. Provisional standings 0-1 to class 11-6 in this first round. After 15 minutes of break time, the second half began. To reverse the position of class 11-7 had devised a strategy during the break earlier. Now the score is equal thanks to a kick from Sean who had previously several failed attempts to score. The atmosphere was heating up, supporters from both sides cheered energetically. Even Kia, Aran and other 11-7 girls tease the opponent's keeper from the side of the field, “Hi handsome, look over here!” “Come and we're going to watch a
On the other hand, besides Debbie who was confused by the situation. There is another person, the situation is still one theme with Debbie's situation, concerning feeling and heart. Going awry Emma faces a situation she is experiencing for the first time, a declaration of love. She doesn't know what to do in a situation like this. The only thing Emma wants right now is to go home. Emma didn't say a word. Her eyes never once looked at the figure of the young man in front of her who had just declared love. Never thought about it, let alone imagined herself and―what important thing she dont know anyway. “I like you, will you date me?” Emma was already suspicious earlier, feeling bad. Why do they have to talk alone, also in front of a quiet chemistry lab room like this. The problem is that Emma has no feeling, absolutely not. So things and circumstances like this just make her uncomfortable. Wanting to refuse directly at this time was also difficult, especially after he said, no need t
“Hey, there's a letter!” A Letterman from class 11-2 science came to Debbie. “Oh, thank you.” It was a letter from Ivy. Debbie just frowned, not understanding the opening title written in front of the letter . She opened the letter and began to read. “Sigh." Debbie could only take a deep breath after reading Ivy's letter. Conan, the student council president referred to in Ivy's letter is Alfred. Ivy and Alfred, not knowing how else and in what way Debbie unites the two human children. Although repeated, thousands of times Ivy said resentful, upset, hate,illfeelor whatever she called it. Still its love, the one who filled her heart was Alfred to this day. Debbie approached Alfred and sat on an empty bench next to him. “Are you busy?" she just asked for pleasantries, knowing that Alfred was busy studying on his own. “No. why?” Alfred looked at her, stopping his rush. “Oh,” unsure where Debbie had to start. “Hm. you don't be mad at me. Hear me fist, okay? I'm just curious.” A
Either the crowded class meeting or the school holidays have passed. It's the first day of the new semester. There is a new regulation made by a counseling teacher. Mrs. Yolanda arranged the seating position in the classroom. Every day the seating of students should be rolling so they do not feel bored. Also children who are usually too lazy to listen to lessons by deliberately choosing the back seat and clustering, chatting during class hours can be separated. Since this has been a mutual agreement then they abide by the rules. The rules are like this. The person who today sits on the front row aka the first seat, the next day sits on the back row aka the sixth seat. While the person on the sixth seat, advance one chair to the fifth seat. Likewise with the person sitting in front will advance one chair so on. So the rules rolled every day. Then every day they moved seats, more or less so the explanation. “Come on, keep going... Five more minutes!!" Exclaimed Mr. Karl the sports tea
Not a class 11-7 name if it doesn't make trouble. This time-intention is the biggest enemy. Debbie already felt calm because Tuesday and Thursday were peaceful days for her. On that day there was no lesson that gave all of them a headache. Even in between computer lessons she can sneak into the cafeteria to wedge in a few snacks. Not to forget she bought a some order for Kia too, her seatmate. Back in the classroom, the situation was dire. 11-7 residents clustered, overlapping each other at one point. Debbie is confused about what happened. “Hey!! Debbie! Why make you take so long!!" Shouted Kia. In class Debbie gawked. “What the hell happened here? Why do they like that?” confused seen her friends in chaos and panic everywhere searching for help. “Fool!! Have you finished your computer work?!" Asked Kia, irritated. “Not yet, why?" With an innocent face she replied. “HURRY DO IT!! If we don't finish the assignment today, Mr. Hendry said we won't be able to make it to the finals n
After the lesson Debbie and her friends were doing volunteer work cleaning the class on their own initiative. Debbie swept the classroom floor full of dust and plastic snacks scattered. While Kinsey knelt in front of the table to take out the trash from the desk drawer with difficulty. Emma erases a whiteboard full of scribbles. While Kia sits on the table busy fiddling with Emma's phone. Even if today or tomorrow is not their turn to picket. Anyway, there is nothing wrong, especially considering the other 11-7 inhabitants, the awareness of cleanliness is very lacking. The problem is to be done again. So if not them, who else. Because their class was labeled as the dirtiest class, there was even a case of a teacher not wanting to come in class 11-7. Do not want to teach because of the reputation of the dirtiest class that is already famous among teachers. After the whole class worked together to clean up the class, the teacher was picked up by the class leader and wanted to teach ag
Break time, class 11-7 quiet and peaceful just before the typhoon blew. “Eric!” David makes a pass, Eric holds the ball with his right foot. Prepare to kick hard to pass the ball to Darren who is far behind the class. The ball is kicked, soared high, then divided sharply up... “Bruuk!” The ball hit the drink glass on the table. Making the water splatter wet the area around where there were snacks and comics Debbie was reading. Addressing the problem again, the child who was an accomplice in this incident immediately ran away to save himself. “A-argh.. Shit!” Eric scratched his non-itchy head. Bad feeling, could it be deja vu because it feels like a similar incident has happened before. This problem will definitely not be solved easily, passing just like that. He really couldn't figure out why the ball he kicked had to land on Debbie's table. Slowly Eric approached the table that had just been hit by a disaster. “Uh… sorry, really!” No reaction. Debbie stared fixedly at t
Let's forget the illness relation between Eric and Debbie. There was a shocking incident in the classroom. This is not only a hot conversation between the inhabitants of 11-7 but also their peers and upperclassmen. Especially for those closest to the following three main characters. Even the case came to the counseling teacher's desk and certainly also with the homeroom teacher. The three main characters were Rocky, Maura and upperclassmen disguised by the names, they call him—Jae. Can imagine it, the case related to the three main characters, yeah, love triangle. “You look at the face, it's bruises everywhere.” Kia started gossiping that morning. How not to be the subject of conversation with the condition of the face so. When Rocky arrived in class earlier, all eyes and attention of the class residents were on him. "Fighting, huh?” Debbie asked only this time seeing people's faces after a fight. “Definitely! That's punch marks.” So sorry about the question Debbie asked which s