After the school elections, Hana was appointed vice president of the student council. Although it wasn't a bad position, it wasn't what she truly wanted. Meanwhile, you, the most popular and admired boy in school, known as the "golden boy" for his natural talent in everything, won the presidency without even trying too hard. This left Hana frustrated and somewhat resentful toward him.
At the end of the school day, Hana's classroom was empty. The students assigned to clean the board had already left, as always, leaving the task to her. They used to say that "good friends do favors for each other," but in reality, they never considered her their friend.
"My hands can't reach that high… What do I do? If I don't finish, the teacher will get mad at them, and they'll stop talking to me…" she murmured, feeling anxiety creeping in. Her mind was overwhelmed with the long list of responsibilities she had: finishing her homework, studying for exams, and now fulfilling her new duties as vice president. Everything piled up in her head, making it impossible to think clearly.
"Maybe I shouldn't have accepted being vice president… I have too much to do, and I don't know if I can handle it all…"
Giving up, Hana set the eraser aside, returned to her seat, and rested her head on the desk. Silent tears began to fall. "I'm sorry, sis… I can't be like you. I feel like a failure… I lost the election, my grades will drop, and I'm scared my friends will abandon me just because I can't even clean this classroom…" Her sobs fogged up her glasses. Just as she had feared, everything was going wrong. And at that moment, all she wanted was for someone to help her, someone to tell her that everything would be okay.