100 Things I Don’t Know About My Senior

I made fun of it.

I'm running to the station, with all my might.

The reason - to the train, I'm going to be late. That's all I can say.

Nothing, I just missed one, and it's not the kind of time I'd be late. Still, I'm in as much of a hurry as I can... why not? I didn't even think about it, unconsciously, I was in a hurry.

Mm-hmm. After all, I have him, so what is it? I wonder if I'm looking forward to talking to my junior.

Rarely did the sun show up in the morning as the autumn rains continued all the way, Wednesday.

If it rains, I would walk to the station, but being able to get there by bike means I can devour the indolence to the critical point for that matter.

That, too critical, was attacked.

I realized it was just bad, rowing my bike around, catching the signal, but sliding my bike into a parking lot near the station was a minute before the train came.

And now. About five seconds after the train slipped into the home, I missed the ticket.

Looking over the home. I found a junior in a cream-colored cardigan in a herd of black salaried men. The departure bell rings. I saw each other. The distance between the two is two minutes apart and the voice is unreachable. In the meantime, get on, we'll rendezvous later, and point to the train.

I run towards the door that's still open.

Looking at the juniors, for some reason, they stayed on the spot and weren't trying to get on the train. He's shaking his head wide left and right.

What? Why?

As soon as I stopped my leg, the door closed. Anyone who came off the train went to the ticket and only me and my junior were left on the platform. The chilly wind blows through the bush.

There's juniors around us all the time. Of course. I walked over there and joined her.

"approximately (...) Good morning"

"That's all right. I didn't explicitly promise to take this train."

"For that, Senbei, it looks like you've been running all you can? You're still out of breath."

I don't have enough exercise. I don't know if it's just school physical education. I knew it.

"I'm sorry."

"It's not terrible. I'd rather be happy."

"What?"

He said, "You take care of me."

"Ha."

Important, hey.

Do juniors matter themselves, juniors, things like their relationship with me, not any of them, just who they talk to on the morning train?

The answer is, I don't even know. The last option, though, seems to be substitutable in the book. I mean, ever since, when it comes to train offerings, it's been a book.

"But that's a little cool (...)"

"Ugh."

Didn't you learn not to laugh at people who are doing their best?

"By the way, Sempa, how could you do this?

Oh. Isn't that a "question of the day"? But, well, there's no reason to rely on answers.

"In a nutshell, it's clear."

"Sure, it's sunny,"

When it's sunny, I can use my bike, so I can stay home until it's critical, but it's a little too slow at home, I told her.

She is, one thing.

"That's stupid."

"You don't have the attitude to be a senior, do you, that"

"But you don't deny being an idiot, do you, Sempa?"

I switched the subject, but the trajectory has been modified. As always, she's a deadbeat woman.

"Actually, I think I'm stupid."

"Aren't you stupid, then?"

"Isn't it different for people to tell you than for yourself?

"Bubba Bubba Bubba"

"But I'm glad it stopped raining"

"Why?"

"At dinner, I don't have to wonder if I'll take my umbrella"

Our high schools are built apart of school buildings, canteens and purchasing buildings, and they may not even be connected by roofs. This means that on rainy days you will either have an umbrella or you will get a little bit wet.

Speaking of which, I wonder how you're doing with lunch full of sesame seeds. I hadn't decided on today's question, so shall I make it this?

"Ah." A Question of the Day. Sempa, where are you having lunch?

"Classroom"

It was an immediate answer.

"With whom?

"No, I'm alone."

"Huh?"

Well, I thought that would happen.

"Purchasing?

"It's a lunch box. Trouble. I'm going to buy it."

"Is lunch full?

"It's my mother, Mother. I appreciate that."

I feel like I could cook or something unexpectedly.

Exactly, isn't it?

These questions were so fresh because we didn't really care about each other at school.

"Well, from me, too, 'A Question of the Day'. Junior, what are you doing for lunch?

"I'm always a diner, am I not? It's cheap."

Learning food in the building adjacent to the school building. Cheap, fast, flavor is there. I am on the student's side.

"Don't you have to be about to show more insta?

"If I'd done that till the weekday, I'd be tired."

I don't know that.

"Sempa, you know what? That cafeteria is okay to bring in. Hello, lunch, would you like to join us?

In the school cafeteria, with a beautiful junior under one, rice in a sashimi?

If nobody's here, I don't care enough to go to dinner, especially with all the lunch breaks and stuff.

"Er..."

"Where are the reluctant elements!

"For you."

"Huh."

"Now, look, I hope nobody's watching. I don't know who I know or who you know when it comes to high school cafeterias. So it's a hassle to deal with afterwards."

If you and the girls were having dinner together, you'd be seen with weird eyes. I'm sure. Shit.

"Then I'll take my friends with me, too. That's not a problem, is it? It's settled."

"Eh."

"If you don't come, I'll go to the classroom... and I don't know a class full of spines"

Our high school has 10 classes a school year. Must be quite a hassle with smudge crushing.

"I won't tell you, will I?

"It's the only way. Then I'll wait for you until tomorrow."

So by tomorrow, you have to be ready, he said. Yes, junior said.

Begin to engage with her, not only outside school, but also inside school. I'm ready for that, I don't know. Huh.