Paper everywhere
While Hongbin had been getting use to the school's archaic use of paper and pen, he had found himself carrying three boxes filled with papers and files that he had tasked himself of organizing and also transferring onto digital format.
"Okay Hongbin you got this." And you also got low self esteem and a criminal record, congratulations. He was now tasked with climbing down the stairs and not bumping into anything or anyone.
"Goodness gracious, this is difficult." Goddamn school can't afford elevators, the prison had elevators. Contemptly he stepped down the stairs, before he felt one box go falling and another start to slip, and as he tried to save it, he fell instead of the box.
"Oh crap, shit. Two weeks and you fuck up already." He said with a voice soft and quiet enough for the angels to barely hear him. He wiped away any frustrated tears and started to pick up the papers, and tried not to get in the way of the students.
