????? Mali Phromwong, a typical middle class girl but with a lot of problems. A girl who liked nature, who liked taking pictures of everything meets a boy who loves to draw. A boy who is definitely thousand times richer then her.
Both having differ...
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As she walked down the dimly lit hallway, her footsteps echoed softly against the marble floors. She had forgotten her camera in the classroom earlier and had rushed back to get it, fearing she might have lost it. But to her relief, it was still sitting on her desk, untouched. She let out a quiet sigh, running her fingers over the familiar buttons.
She thought Gorya must have already left by now, so there was no reason to worry—but then, as she checked the messages in the school's group chat, she realized something was off. No one had seen Gorya leave. A nagging worry settled in her chest.
That’s when she saw it.
Down the hallway, just at the corner where the shadows stretched long, a group of guys was dragging someone. The dim light flickered, but she caught a glimpse of the girl’s brown hair and struggling figure. Gorya.
Her breath hitched. Her fingers tightened around the strap of her camera as she quietly followed them, staying close to the walls to avoid being seen. The boys led Gorya to a storage room, shoving the door open before roughly pulling her inside.
She hesitated for only a second before making her way to the storage room, slipping in quietly and ducking behind some shelves. Her heart pounded against her ribs as she peeked through the gaps between old boxes and forgotten supplies.
She knew she had to do something. She couldn't just stand by and let this happen.
Her hands trembled as she lifted her camera. The lens focused on the group of boys surrounding Gorya, their expressions cruel, their stance threatening. She bit her lip, steadying herself.
Then—click.
The sound was soft, but in the dead silence of the storage room, it might as well have been a gunshot.
She froze.
One of the boys snapped his head around. "Did you hear that?"
Her stomach dropped. She pressed herself lower behind the shelves, gripping her camera tightly.
Another guy frowned, scanning the room. "Who's there?"
Her mind raced. Run. I need to run.
Before she could move, a rough hand grabbed her wrist and yanked her up. She gasped, eyes widening in terror as she was pulled into the open.
"Well, well, what do we have here?" The guy sneered, his grip tightening. "A little rat trying to take pictures?"
The camera dangled from her neck, swinging slightly. The proof of her mistake was right there, plain as day.
