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STUDENT FILE #2024 : JOO, SONGRI

  FULL NAME: JOO SONG RI

  AGE: 15 YEARS OLD

  BIRTH DATE: SEPTEMBER 16TH, 2001

  GENDER: FEMALE

  BIRTH PLACE: TUSCANY, ITALY

  NATIONALITY: ITALIAN-KOREAN

  LEGAL GUARDIANS:

  —BYEON SEO HYE › BIRTH MOTHER › SEPARATED

  —JOO SEUNG KI › FATHER › CURRENT GUARDIAN

STUDENT YEAR: 9TH YEAR

STUDENT ID NUMBER: #2024

SELECTED COURSE: HOME ECONOMICS

» SWITCHED TO CHILD DEVELOPMENT DUE TO EVENTS

HOMEROOM: #1178

CLUB(S):

  —CO-LEADER OF THE KARATE CLUB

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  "do it, they said." songri thought out loud, "it'll be fun, they said—not."

  she was currently sitting at the back of  her chemistry class, with her elbows on the desk and the palm of her hands on each side of her cheeks.

  she looks to her side to see one of her classmate looking bored to death like her, she couldn't help the urge to ask.

  "psst..–hey, you!" she whispered in a low tone.

  she catches the girl's attention but she wonders if it was her songri was talking to.

  "me?" the girl mouthed at songri as she pointed at herself.

  "–yes, you!" songri whispered a little louder growing a bit impatient, "when do we start doing the mixing chemicals and making messes-sort-of-stuff?"

  the girl shrugs and continues to listen to their chemistry professor lecture them with safety rules and guidelines.

  'i don't need to listen to any of that crap, that's what logic is for.' songri thought as she just looked out the window, dozing off.

  "okay, let's go over to the tables and set groups." her professor instructed as everyone stood up from their seats to get to a table.

  "finally!" songri groaned as she made her was to an empty one, no one seemed to wanting to join her little group though—she didn't care, she just wanted her class to end.

  "now, like what i said; mix chemicals a with it's like chemical.." her professor went on and on, songri was sure she was going to sleep on the table.

  "chop chop! i want to see some experimenting my trainee scientists!" that surely caught songri's attention as she started getting her chemicals ready.

  she saw a pair of work glasses on the table but put it aside, 'those are for cowards.'

  she, however, was not listening one bit to her professor's instructions and gave up trying to figure out what she was supposed to do.

  'fuck this, i'm going to summon godzilla up in this house like jimmy neutron.'

  she starts pouring different chemicals into her glass as it gives different cool effects.

  'i'm the reason the powerpuff girls were made.'

  she starts playing with the fire, repeatedly turning it on and off.

  her glass didn't look so good, the chemicals inside looked like foam—and it looked like it can explode at anytime.

  "songri! what are you doing?" her professor yelled across the room as he ran over to her table, songri looks up in confusion.

  "oh right! i forgot my safety goggles, hold up." she searches for it and sees that she's dropped it on the floor.

  she kneels down to pick it up while hearing a popping sound and shrieks of her classmates. she slowly elevates and sees everyone covered in foam.

  "detention. now."

  it was normal for her to be in detention on a daily basis—especially for chemistry.

  but something told her that this one would be different.

—whose hyped? and whose active? i'll be showing off everyone through this sort of theme; it'll explain some reasons of why they are to take child development class.

—next reveal will be at 40 votes and 100 comments! i know we can do it—i believe in all the spammers out there including me.