Park Kyung sat alone under his favorite tree, away from the other rowdy ten year olds in his class and away from the more than unamused faculty teacher forced to watch over them.
Most kids his age loved to run around playing tag, or pushing themselves on the swings, or flipping back and forth on the jungle gym and monkey bars. But not Kyung.
He likes to spend his recess with a book on his lap, quietly reading its contents under the familiar shade and serenity of the distant cherry blossom tree.
Today was different though. In the midst of his reading, Kyung heard shuffled footsteps, like the soles of a shoe flattening the fallen petals.
“Why do you always sit here by yourself like a loner?” The intruder looked at Kyung with a straight face, arms crossed.
A little irked by his presence, Kyung closed his book. “Why do you care?”
“I don’t. I was just wondering. Don’t you have any other hobbies besides reading? I mean we read during class already and the teach-”
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