“Be careful! Avoid the window, don't let anyone break our glass window!” Our president is shouting.
They are busy decorating our room, they chose to have a doll cafe. From the word itself, we will be having a bunch of dolls while the visitor is eating.
The doll can sit beside the visitor, or they can take a picture with the doll, but the appearance of the doll is awful.
What I mean is the face of other dolls were broken, and some of them were missing body parts.
However, the visitor should pay the entrance fee. It's not that expensive, it's just the exact rate for the allowance of the students.
I turned my sight to Zoe's direction, she's writing in her notes. I think it's the record for each student.
After the time of observing, we will move to the next room, and she will write the happenings to her notes.
I saw a student who is sitting in the corner, she's having a deep breath, and it seems like she's attacked by her asthma.
I decided to walk in her direction, she's inhaling her medicines. I murmured, “Are you okay?” She nodded. “I will take you to the clinic if you're not okay.”
“I'm fine... Thank you for consideration,” she replied. All of a sudden, her classmate came here. “Hey, can you cut those clothes?” She glared at them.
It seems like, she's not okay with her classmates. Zoe stands beside me, “Can't you see? She's attacked by her asthma, you can do it, or ask your other classmates except to her because she's having some difficulties in breathing.”
“What's your name?” she asked the student, “I'm Mei,” she replied. Zoe keeps writing all the details, “Can you tell me about your health condition?” she shook her head.
“I'm sorry, but I'm not comfortable telling it to anyone,” she looked at the ground. Zoe glances at me.
“Okay, we understand, get well soon!” We both walk away from Mei's direction. Zoe asked their other classmates, “Who is your class president? Can I talk to your president?”
They pointed to the boy who was sitting at the door, “Hi! What's your name?” He's giving me some blank stare.
“Why? Who are you? What do you need from me?” His voice was full of rage. “I need to know your kind of party, and your name, so we can record it.”
“I don't want to say my name, but we are going to do is travel party, could you please go away? Stay away from me!” he yelled.
I sighed, these students were having some different kinds of attitudes, and I need long patience.
“Let's go, Zoe,” I said with a low tone of voice. I'm getting exhausted from these tasks. I hold Zoe's hand.
She's trembling, maybe she's shocked when the student shouted. I gently squeeze her hand, “Be calm, everything will be okay,” I murmured.
She immediately released my hand because our teacher saw us. I scratched my nape as the result of an awkward moment.
“Any progress? Are you recording all the things? Are you done? Or not? Bring me those records after the school hour, okay?” she asked while her left eyebrow was raised.
“Noted, we should keep going,” I muttered. We both walk away from our teacher, so we can proceed to the next room.
We reached the room, and it seems like they are having some fun, “Excuse us, who was your classroom president? Can you raise your hand?” I stated.
The girl with thick glasses raised her hand, “I'm here, what do you need from me?” She starts to walk until she reached their door.
“Can I get your name, so we can record it, we need to pass it to the teacher's office, and tell me about the party that you're going to do,” Zoe explained. The girl fixed her glasses.
“I'm Stacey, and we are going to do is Clown party,” the girl with thick glasses replied. Zoe nodded, and she writes it immediately.
“Okay, thank you for cooperating, please maintain the cleanliness, and avoid making a commotion.”
Two more left before we can finish this, “Hi! Where's the president? May I know the name?” I announced.
“Our president is absent, but I can only tell you the name of our party, it's Ghost party,” someone responded. I looked at him, though he keeps staring at me.
“Can you tell me about it?” I asked. He nodded as a sign of agreement. He sighed, “It's all about the ghost, base on the name of itself, but we will make it, and it is inspired by our classmate who died three weeks ago.”
My heart starts to beat like a beating drum, and I feel like my body is going to disappear at any moment.
“Sorry to hear that, but what happened to your classmate?” Zoe asked. I glance at her, but it seems like she's interested.
“He jumped from the rooftop, and he was our class president.” I gasped. The surrounding is getting darker, and it's hard to breathe.
“Okay, I think that's enough information, we need to proceed to the next room, thank you for your cooperation, good luck!” I exclaimed.
I'm not comfortable when it comes to this topic. What I mean is I will feel some strange things that will happen to my body.
“Hello! May I know who is the president of this classroom?” Zoe announced. “Yeah, why?” I was startled because of the voice coming from my back.
“Sorry? Did I scare you, Miss?” he apologized. Really? The last time I checked, I'm the one who was startled because of his deep voice.
“What's your name? May I know your project?” Zoe interviewed. He nodded, “We are going to do is Movie party, by the name of itself, we are going to cast some movies that are related to the theme of the event.”
“Okay, thank you, good luck to all of you!” I exclaimed. I yawn and stretched my arms.
“At last, we're done! We can sit in our room, and sleep for a few hours!” I cheerfully said, with a smile on my face.
“Huh? We will not be going to sleep, remember? We are going to the office, and report all the things we need to give them some of the information.” I arched my eyebrow because of her words.
“Seriously? I'm exhausted, and I won't let you come to the office alone, wait for me, I'm just going to nap, okay?” I looked at her with a genuine smile.
I hope it helps, “Please?” she sighed. Her lips pressed into a thin line, but at least she agreed to me.
“Thank you! Let's go!”