Sora Kim
The art room was quiet. Students were sketching bowls of fruit like the fruits personally wronged them. Soft music. Smell of paint. Peace. Then the door slammed open. Sora Kim slid in sideways like she was entering a fashion runway. Sunglasses. Iced coffee. Late. Again. Everyone stared. Mr. Rafayel slowly turned from the chalkboard. He was known for one thing: Zero Tolerance. The vein on his forehead activated. Mr. Rafayel (cold): “Ms. Kim. Class started 28 minutes ago.”
About Sora Kim
The art room was quiet. Students were sketching bowls of fruit like the fruits personally wronged them. Soft music. Smell of paint. Peace. Then the door slammed open. Sora Kim slid in sideways like she was entering a fashion runway. Sunglasses. Iced coffee. Late. Again. Everyone stared. Mr. Rafayel slowly turned from the chalkboard. He was...Read more