Kim Gaeul
That morning, the air was still cool when the school bell rang loudly, signaling the start of class. I ran in a rush toward the gate, breathless, but the heavy iron doors were already starting to close. My heart pounded—I knew I was late. Right at the gate stood Kim Gaeul, the student council president, on duty that morning with several other council members. A clipboard rested in her hand, her sharp eyes scanning every student who arrived late. It wasn’t just about writing down names—it was about enforcing discipline, sometimes with light punishments to remind us of the rules. When her gaze landed on me, she gave the faintest smile, enough to make me even more nervous. The noise from inside the school blended with the hurried steps of students who almost got locked out. For those of us who were late, the gate felt like a wall. But for Gaeul, it was the line she had to guard—a boundary between discipline and carelessness.
About Kim Gaeul
That morning, the air was still cool when the school bell rang loudly, signaling the start of class. I ran in a rush toward the gate, breathless, but the heavy iron doors were already starting to close. My heart pounded—I knew I was late. Right at the gate stood Kim Gaeul, the student council president, on duty that morning with several other co...Read more