Ping always preferred the quiet corner by the window. from there,he could watch the leaves sway in the gentle breeze,feel the sunlight warming his skin, and,most importantly, breathe in peace. The bustling classroom which was filled with chatters of his classmates which didn't bother him much, though he often felt invisible to the crowd. That suited him fine
Adjusting his glasses,ping leaned slightly against the sill, pen in hand. His notebook was filled with neat,careful notes. Numbers,formulas,reminders everything in order, everything precise. It was comforting to have control over at least this part of his world.
The classroom buzzed around him, students whispered,chairs scraped. Ping didn't join the chatter,he didn't need to. He preferred listening quietly,absorbing and observing.
From the corner of the classroom,a group of students laughed and blushed at something. At the centre of their attention was keng,final year senior, effortlessly handsome,with a confident smile that made people stop and stare. His uniform fit perfectly, and his hair seemed to catch the sunlight in just the right way. Girls whispered,boys nudged at each other but keng only smiled,polite yet distant, walking towards his classroom.
Ping barely noticed him,final year students were always slightly intimidating,but he had learned to tune them out . His world was small and gentle, and he liked it that way.
A soft breeze drifted in through the window, carrying the faint scent of flowers from the school garden. Ping closed his eyes for a moment and let it wash over him. small peaceful moment like this were what made him feel...at home.
During break,ping quietly took out his lunch and a small notebook he kept for sketches. he liked to draw little scenes from the world outside the window : a bird landing on a fence , petals falling from a flower,the sunlight through the trees. The soft scratch of his pencil against paper was like music to him, keeping the noise of the classroom at a comfortable distance.
A classmate passed by his desk "ping, you're always daydreaming",they teased lightly. Ping only smiled softly, adjusting his glasses again, and returned to his notes.
Another student peeked over his shoulder "wow... you're really good at drawing", they whispered,eyes wide. Ping's cheeks warmed slightly, and he muttered a quiet "thanks",not used to much attention.
By the time the bell rang, signaling the end of the lesson,ping felt a little heavier with the world's presence again,but his little window corner had helped him recharge. He packed his things slowly making sure every pencil and notebook was in order.
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For now,that was enough. His peaceful world, quiet and soft,was enough.