"Haha, I love being alive."
Then an immediate shout.
The shout came from the back of the classroom.
Not a scream. Not panic. Just— loud, sudden, cutting clean through the usual classroom noise like something that had been building pressure and finally found an exit.
Si Hon's head snapped toward it before he'd consciously decided to move, and so did everyone else's— thirty plus heads turning in unison toward the far end of the room where Jisoo Park was standing up from her desk with one hand pressed against the side of her head and her eyes pointed at the ceiling like she was trying to locate something that wasn't there anymore.
She laughed.
Short. Slightly unhinged. The specific laugh of someone whose brain had just received information it had absolutely no filing system for.
"What the..." Her hand stayed pressed against her temple. "What was that." "What the FUCK WAS THAT.
