Life, Once Again!

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It's been a week.

As I said on the first day, it was unemployed school life.

When I arrived at school on my car iron TB, I got off my bike. Today, I see the student master guarding the front door with his eyes wide open.

“Cut your hair if you want to. Before you swoop in. ”

Today, I came out with a barricade, not scissors. That reminds me. Half the kids who got hit and didn't give up their hair were caught by the student council and pushed into that barricade. She cries and finds a barbershop with a mustache because her head is cold like a highway.

The floor passed without hesitation in front of the student body.

I pushed my head to sport because I was old once. In the past, I would have tried hard to grow a little bit, but now my hair is longer than I thought. Why were you so obsessed at the time? You never know.

The floor went to a small bicycle parking lot set up next to the car park. I left my bike at my usual stop and turned around, but there was a bike that caught my eye. Rare road bikes at this time. The exterior floor on the bike looked quite expensive.

"Is that you?"

Thinking that, I changed my shoes and entered the class. Slippers are like the Tribidas. An item that is permanent.

When I enter the class, some children raise their hands to say hello. After spending a week together, we have some friendship.

The floor shrugs once. There has already been a faction resemblance. They flocked to the center of the child and became a group, and the group was also a force that led half the way.

“You made it.”

A dodecahedron, lying next to you, greets you with a raised head. The needle sticks to the table and lengthens on the ball.

“Clean your saliva. ”

“Oh, uh. ”

It was a dojo that was stolen with the back of my hand.

After a week of marching, I became quite friendly. He was so lively, he was easy to get close to. A type that talks alone, smiles alone, and is satisfied alone.

Such a rash makes a sorry face.

“But about MP3... ”

“Never mind.”

“Oh, really. I'm sorry."

“You'll get used to it. I don't care if you can listen to it on your phone. ”

“Ha. I didn't think you'd actually give me a fence. ”

Dojin continued to visit the classroom for the past week and begged me to return it. The cranky lecture must have been frightening, but Dojin sighed deeply and persistently visited the fence. I watched that behavior from the side of the floor all the time.

Good boy.

It was the final evaluation of the floor to Dojin.

“If you don't mind, I'll buy you one! ”

He was speaking boldly. The floor shakes hands with a smile. It's not that urgent, and I don't want to be sloppy because of it. Rather, I have this idea that a 250,000 won piece of merchandise would be cheaper to peek at a friend's authenticity.

Chronicle.

It is one of the abilities of the floor.

“Maru, eat this. ”

Dojin throws a snack out of his backpack. I once joked about a pie with my mom's hands in it.

The floor once looked at the bag of dope two days ago, filled with all kinds of sweets and sweets. Dojin proudly said that the textbook had been stuffed into the locker behind the classroom.

“Do you want some candy? ”

“Done. Can I bring it with me every time, by the way? ”

“You're super at my house. Don't worry, we're bringing it instead of helping the shop. ”

It was a family doing business in an apartment complex next to the school. He said he was doing a pretty big supermarket in the basement.

“Dojin, me too! ”

“Give me a knot. ”

Dojin and his close friends approach and open their hands. Dojin told me to do it individually, and the children who approached modeled something roughly.

A smile pops out.

The floor was able to smile joyfully as it looked at the children gathered around the movement. Apparently, in academic circles, they're behind everyone else. In adults who are obsessed with knowledge biases, they can seem troubled.

But how?

Your grades don't necessarily reflect your personality.

Of course, there are some kids who play like grades underneath.

“Hey, give me one too. ”

The man who was sitting at the end of the first minute with a half of a face raised his hand. Dojin ignores the words while snoring.

“Don't make me squirm. ”

“Don't be a dick. Pay for it. ”

A doppelganger who always uses only witty words gives out a vicious tone. Then the lovebirds shrug their shoulders.

“Son of a bitch. Don't like it. You've got Gao. ”

“What's coming. ”

There is a brief spark between the two. But not for long. The air softens again as other children enter the class.

The floor looks at the man sitting at the end of the first minute. His name is Robbery.He used to sit in the front seat, but he came from behind.

The guy who switched places with me went to the top of the first minute. He looked a little off.

One by one. He doesn't play well, but he doesn't study well. Playing, studying, middle. A person who never opens his mouth unless someone speaks to them first.

The floor once again glances halfway through. A one-minute front-row seat that is isolated among children talking in pairs. Nothing has happened yet since the beginning of the semester, but if this atmosphere persists, it will definitely be "Sidabari."

‘Oh, I remember. ’

Official errand boy.

There was one that everyone could find when there was something that the teacher told them to do or when something annoying happened. It was so natural to leave things to him that the children could ask for a favor later on without any remorse. I'm begging you. It's like coercion.

In that situation, the floor was just a bystander. I can't remember his face, his name. The kids were sometimes annoyed at putting her off work, but they never defended her.

He has to take care of himself.

At that time, I thought so.

I didn't even show up for the reunion. ’

After graduating from university, I only heard rumors that I was employed by a large company.

“Aren't you a bit shy? ”

“Oh, shit. I was able to catch the boss yesterday. ”

“Basketball Hangem Cole after? ”

“What's for lunch today? ”

Although he was in a rowdy class, he was sitting in the front seat quietly looking only ahead. I wasn't reading or listening to music like the others. Then, I often looked back, but the floor seemed to want to be part of the conversation.

'Now is the time to do it. ’

You have to move when your image hasn't hardened yet. If it's branded "steam," it's over. At that time, even if they want to hang out, they avoid it. It's because when you play with steam, you get steam.

“Isn't there a place to hang out? Eight skulls sucks. Lots of kids. ”

“There's not much there. It's a great place to eat red. ”

The children at the front of the second minute seem to be talking about the game. The child at the front of the first minute starts to talk. I think I'm playing that game.

But...

Finally, I can't speak and look back. Closing shoulders. Keep your head down.

The floor watching it from behind sighs deeply.

“What's the matter? ”

I looked at the comic book and asked.

“Dojin.”

“Huh?"

“You're supposed to help people, right? ”

“What are you talking about? ”

It was a facial expression that I couldn't understand. The floor wakes up smiling. Then I walked forward for a minute.

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Park Dae Nam wanted to live as brightly as his name. A shining name for the big man. However, since elementary school, the wish has not been fulfilled.

He looks kind of funny.

In a word, the lives of the people changed. A vivid memory. After hearing that from the same classmate in the third grade of the National School, there were fewer words in the group. Why did I care so much that it looked funny? At some point, the classmates called themselves "funny looking people." The name disappeared and became a nickname I didn't want to hear.

From then on, he thought his face was really ugly. I entered middle school while living like it wasn't there.

Quiet enough to put your fingers on how many times you talk to kids at school. And again and again, the mockery of children. He hated his face. Punch your fist in a thick bowl like a frog. Small eyes, narrow forehead.

The damage became larger and larger. The number of horses decreased.

As the horse disappeared, the mockery of the children grew.

On the day of the middle school graduation, he quietly went home with a photo of his graduation. I didn't want to hear the voices of the kids celebrating graduation from behind.

‘I can't keep living like this. ’

He challenged himself to change. He chose a job instead of a nearby humanitarian community. Living amongst tough kids will change this personality too.

‘And... If I go to the announcement, I won't see my kids in middle school. ’

I didn't disagree with my mom whether she noticed the blur or not. That's my first day of school. I thought I should say hello and hang out with my friends, but it didn't work out.

I'm scared. ’

The announcement boys were different. The kid next to me brought cigarettes from day two. Some said there was a liquor store that was easy to buy.

Everything was strange. I thought everyone would be good at fighting, and I felt like I would punch them if I talked to them.

There.

“Hey, let's switch seats. ”

The boy who looks bad asked me to change his position. The group goes to the front with their bags packed and their voices silent. At that time, the colonel heard.

“That son of a bitch. ”

That laugh.

I had a nightmare in middle school.

No, I could feel a bigger nightmare waiting for me. I can feel them staring at me, that rascal.

The people regretted it. They'd rather go to the humanitarian world. If I did, I might have gotten to know some of the study kids a little better.

“Puhahaha!”

“Son of a bitch. Oh, man. Oh, brother. 5 million won. ”

“Fuck you. Fuck you. ”

All kinds of swearing around. Daemyung has never insulted anyone before, so the conversation became cooler just by listening to it.

Do I have to spend three years like that again? ’

The last three years of elementary school. Three years in middle school, three years in high school that you promised you'd be different?

“Isn't there a place to hang out? Eight skulls sucks. Lots of kids. ”

“There's not much there. It's a great place to eat red. ”

I was staring blankly ahead and heard the game content next to me. It was a popular game. And he knew a better hunting ground than any of the eight skull chambers.

If you ask me.

Can we get along?

Looking at the children with his eyes, he frowned and gave up. My lips didn't fall off because I thought, "What if I talk to you for no reason and get a cold look?" I was also scared of the impression of the kids talking about the game. You look like a bunch of hotshot kids. If you talk to him, he'll be ignored.

‘Yes. Later...' ’

Cowardly excuse.

They know. There's no later. But how do I get rid of the parenthesis that I've received for six years at a time?

It's impossible for me.

The energy drains. Like this... again...

“Hey."

I hear someone calling from behind me. I don't think so. The public thought there was no way they could have friends to call themselves.

“Hey. Was that you? ”

“Huh, huh? ”

A sudden name. It's been a while. The colonel looks back in surprise. There was a pretty tall kid standing there. I remember the name because it was unusual.

‘He looks like he can play. ’

I wonder what they called me for.

He was a fearful opponent.

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Howls when you have a sore throat!

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Thank you, Sun-choko.