I want to write a novel, too

Awoke from sleep, Suah continues to lie on her bed and think. As soon as she enters the front gate of the school, there is a low embankment to the right. She can feel the uncomfortable that the male students are sitting there in rows and staring at her legs in miniskirts.

Shall I skip school again today? Should I not? There may be a shortage of credits. Lift up her heavy body and open the refrigerator door. When she drank beer, she felt better. She put on miniskirt and wears high heels. To the point of ignoring her father's nagging, "You look smaller if you wear shoes so high," the beer encouraged her.

The bus carrying Sua stopped at the Samgakji station. A man standing behind the crowd, slowly approaching the crowded bus. He is a good singer who goes to the same school as her. "I enjoyed your performance. I love the song." She'd like to go near it and put words on it, but she hold back. She got off the bus slowly. From behind he walked with his eyes glued to every move of the man. He is wearing a freshly washed, faded jeans and a pink T-shirt. Carry a badge-colored cloth bag over one's shoulder He looks fresh as if he's going to smell like an apple when he gets closer. After looking at him for a while who go to the left-hand side of the campus, Suah turns to the right-hand campus.

Suah looked out of the window blankly with a brush in her class. The gray sky of late autumn made her lonelier. "What are you doing? Stupid. You don't even think about working. You came to college to get married, didn't? Be awakened." the professor's nagging behind her back.

Suah hung around the campus for a while after her class. She wants to go out with the apple scent man she met in the morning. On the left side of the school gate, there is a coffee shop where he goes well. Open the door. It's dark. Standing at the entrance and learning to the darkness, She can see the man inside the tearoom. Nora is sitting opposite him. He is listening to Nora's story with a fresh smile. It's a natural pair.

After wandering for a long time between jealousy and resignation, Suah sits helplessly on the table near them. Call up the waiter and order loudly, "Whiskey and half-boiled egg." Lift up a small glass of whiskey and gulp it down. The strong drink drenched her throat and heated up her and gulped down the half-boiled egg. She turned her eyes to them, but the two are not interested in other at all. Suah leaned over to them if she wanted to eavesdrop on their story. The music bounces more and more.

'Uh! What's happen?' Suddenly a tall man approaches and sits opposite her. He's starting to get his bangs out of his big head. "How are you? Don't you think hiding from me is avoiding me?" Suah looks reluctant to speak. "I was going to tell you when I met you, but I couldn't meet you, so I wrote a letter. Go home and read it," Suah didn't pick up the letter. The thick letter sits nervously in the middle of the table, losing its owner.

He sits down and looks at Su-ah, touching his long hair. He wore a loose striped shirt and drooping pants. He'll smell sour if get close. Suah glances back toward Nora. 'Do you want to eat?' he asks. "I'm not hungry. If it's alcohol?" The man looks very excited with his eyes wide open. "Where shall we go? I know where the atmosphere good is." 'I can't go far because I'm wearing high heels. Let's have a drink of soju at the hangover soup restaurant near the railroad tracks."

Suah looked enviously at Nora and followed the tall man out the door.