Life, Once Again!

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Im Danmi was leaving the classroom carrying a basket.

“Danmi! I'm going to karaoke. Do you want to come? ”

A friend calls for Danmi. Danmi shakes her head lightly.

“I have to go. ”

“Theatre department?”

“Huh."

“Did you collect a lot of kids? ”

“I don't know. Must be a lot of them. ”

“You must be worried. I thought you said there were four left? ”

“Uh, I know you guys come by sometimes to help out, but I'm sure they're all busy getting ready for work. ”

There are other reasons.

Danmi was roughly surrounded because she couldn't reveal everything to outsiders. And he said, "Well, I'll come with you later.” Wave your hands.

When did it start? After cleaning, I naturally found a flaw.

After stopping by to make sure nothing happened, I went to find a place to play with my kids.

I never thought I'd work this hard.

A year ago, I had no idea I was going to be so immersed in the theater.

Danmi climbs the central staircase to the fourth floor. The corridor where third-graders go and go. Danmi turns a corner, feeling a strange tension that she's not used to.

And...

“Oh my God."

Costumes and props occupying half the hallway. It was a school that boasted quite a wide hallway, but the stuff was so messy that it looked so narrow.

Who the hell is that?

I put my head through a broken window in my urgent mind. Yoon Jung was groaning in the crumpled dust.

He's the only one who can do this.

“What the hell.”

“Theatre department?”

“You're upside down again. ”

I heard third-graders grumbling. Danmi lowers her head slightly and runs into the crack.

“Yun-jeong!”

“Oh! Danmi. I'm glad you're here. Please... ”

“Oh, my God! ”

Danmi pinches the ball of lube tightly. Yoon Jeong shouts as he builds his tears.

“It hurts!”

“There you go. I pinched it to make it hurt. ”

Danmi glances at the flaws. It was a place where 10 years had elapsed. From you to you, to you. All the costumes and props that the theater department had made were stacked inside. Of course, we have to clean it up one day, too. "I didn't want it to turn into a warehouse.

But not today.

“You'll love it when the new girls come. What are you going to do?”

“That's... I was trying to clean up after myself." But it keeps coming out even if you put it away. So…. ”

“So you tried to clean it up from the inside out? ”

Yun Jing nods forcefully.

Trouble strikes. Danmi sometimes feels compelled to look inside of Yun's head, but that culmination seems to have been taken today.

“You can't do this alone. And we were all supposed to do it over the weekend. ”

“I know. I know, but I'm worried that the kids will be disappointed because of the poor things. ”

Yun Jing is getting dull. She collides with energy, but sometimes gets discharged so easily. Especially when you don't achieve your desired goal, you fall down like a doll without a battery.

“I can't live because of you, I can't live. ”

“Help me.”

“Of course I can help. Our seniors are out there right now, looking at us and saying something. ”

“Ah... I see. ”

“I know. The hallway is frozen like a ghost path because of props. What if the teachers say something... ”

It was when Danmi said that.

“Look at the mess. Haiku.”

You hear voices behind you. Yoon Jeong and Danmi immediately looked back.

“Did my sister tell you? Do I have to clean up this mess? Tsk!”

It was Teacher Han who pulled out his tongue as if he didn't deserve it. One hand holds a hot pack for an upgrade.

My eyes are wide open and I'm looking for flaws.

Danmi muttered to herself, "What's the catch?" Teacher Hanja was one of those who regarded the theater. The last time Danmi was scolded by Teacher Han because the hallway in front of the theater department was dirty. The cleaning there knew that the third grade design and B-class in front of it had to be done, but Danmi kept her mouth shut. I'm a teacher who really doesn't like talking back.

“I'll clean it up right away. ”

“I'm sorry."

Despite the apology of the two girls, Teacher Han was frustrated. I kept standing in front of him and I said, "What are you going to do with all this garbage?” I'm rambling.

That's a lot of nagging.

It was time for Danmi to sigh a long time.

“Teacher.”

“Oh, Bang Junghyuk. ”

Teacher Han turns his head. Danmi sighs, relieved to be alive. Sanghyuk, who has a flat nose, greets Teacher Han.

“Sorry, I'll clean it up right away. ”

“Yes. Just put it away. ”

“Yes.”

I'm glad Junghyeok showed up on time. Teacher Han Ji-ha is a very sharp person, but Junghyuk was in the "Ho" part of Teacher Han.

“Nice timing. ”

“I came here just in case. I thought Yoon Jeong would do something else. ”

Yoon Jung, who received Jung Hyuk's gaze, smiled puzzledly, avoiding his eyes.

“It's hard to clean this up now. The fifth floor auditorium is open, so let's put it there. ”

“Can I use it? ”

“I've got your permission. ”

“Oh! I knew it! ”

Danmi stabbed the side of the Middle Ages.

“You have to be good. The theater department hated it. ”

Junghyuk said heavily.

He looked sorry for Danmi and Yun, who knew what that meant.

“Let's go. Take the costume off the hanger and put it on later. Except as much stuff as you can take out. If you're trying to show me a clean break, that should be enough. ”

It was a medieval period to go up to the fifth floor with clothes on.

Danmi shakes her brooding expression.

“Let's get rid of it. For now. ”

“Huh."

Danmi shakes her head as she looks at Yoon Jung walking without energy. Maybe that's what came to mind. Danmi saw a widened shortage. A place where I have memories with my classmates.

But there are no third graders here anymore.

“Phew. Let's get to work. ”

Danmi hugged a handful of clothes.

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“One drink.”

“Yes.”

“Only during breaks. ”

The class threw an MP3. After receiving the MP3, the floor was shaken by a surge.

“This is really too much. I can't give it back more than a week. ”

“I wish I had. ”

“You're fast. ”

“Hey. You didn't forget that you were the one who caused it, did you? ”

“…… would you like some plum candy? ”

It was a dodge that turned the horse.

This area of the Electronics Department was the men's room on the right. Since I cleaned the toilet after casting a lot who would clean it, the school was a little late.

“The other kids don't seem to care about the theater department. ”

“Of course. It'll bother you. ”

“Flooring bothers you, too? ”

“No, I think it'll be fun. ”

“Are you sure? Join us, then. ”

“Go ahead and report. ”

It was time to talk and go out the back door.

“Hey, hey. ”

A squawking colony approaches.

“Why?”

“Are you going to the theater department? ”

“How did you know? ”

Dojin tilts his head as if wondering.

“I heard.”

The floor nods. The sound of dodging is loud. Whether the basic quantity is good or just a little louder, all the kids around me will look around. The floor has been pointed out a few times to make it smaller, but it has not been fixed.

“Then why? ”

Dojin sweeps the colony up and down. The crowd flinches back, maybe a little scared.

The floor looked like a ‘playboy’ enough. Well, I don't have a dead man posted on the job, so everyone around here plays for good or bad.

It's just a slightly unusual case for the general public.

“Hey."

I said it out loud as if I didn't like it. Frozen by the masses.

“Huh, huh? ”

“You're funny. ”

“What, what? ”

“Why are you so scared? What did I do? ”

“…… No. ”

“Then why are you so scared? If you have something to say, say it with confidence. I hate being sober. Ha, that pisses me off. Hey. What the hell are you...? ”

It was time for the dojo to step forward and speak. The floor laughs and catches the back of the ridge. And I pull. The vibration momentarily loses its center of gravity and howls.

“Wow, you scared me. ”

“What are you doing? ”

“You pulled it! ”

“Yeah, I pulled it. ”

“ ……. ”

“Why are you so mad at yourself? What do you want to say, Daemyung? ”

“... No. ”

The crowd turns around smiling dainty.

Look at this. One eye on the floor twitches. Reach again. I grabbed the butt of my opponent and pulled him away. I've been doing this kind of exercise since I was a kid with my father, who was a boxing amateur. I became a fuller man when I was old, but at this time I was good enough to run with the main football player.

“If you have something to say, say it. ”

This is the only time I can say whatever I want without even noticing it. The floor was sad. It was a time when I could concentrate on enjoying myself without really thinking about it in my life. High school grade 1. It's a moment to remember that I liked it when I got older.

The floor is grateful that it has resumed its life. That's why I couldn't stay still. I can't believe you've been noticing me since this joyful time. That's what the other classmates noticed.

It should not be.

I think they felt something, too. Open your mouth by straightening your body.

“I want to be in the play too. ”

“You too?"

Dojin says, the crowd nods shyly.

“Th-that's what you said. Faces don't matter. ”

The floor felt how difficult it was for the colony to say. At the same time, it was a profound flooring through life that humans don't change that easily. But I don't even try to change it, and I don't like to use it as an excuse to tell people how to live their lives. In that way, I liked the courage of the people on the floor.

‘By the way, autumn was exactly this age. ’

Autumn.

A daughter's name, a name that comes to mind in a blurred memory.

- Dad, they love my name.

Suddenly, the breasts that came to my daughter's voice ate up. As he returned to the past, did he disappear? Or am I still living in a dead world?

“Hey, what are you doing? ”

Dojin tapped my shoulder.

After saying that the floor is nothing, I wedged my arm over the shoulders of two people, intertwining with the plumb.

“Let's go.”

The floor takes off both feet. Dozens and colonists take the weight off the floor and frown.

“Oh, it's heavy. ”

“Come on, Maruya. ”

“Don't nag me. Let's go. Oh, they're not names, are they? ”

The floor turns to look at his friend on either side and says, The crowd nods, and the swaying shifts.

“Lim Jin. Park Dae Nam. Well, this is what gave birth to one man, one man and two. ”

“Bullshit.”

“Servants?”

The floor wraps around the neck of two friends by squeezing their arms together.

‘We'll meet again someday. My wife, my daughter. ’

So let's focus on reality for now.

It was a ramp that led a grumbling tremor and a silent mob up to the fourth floor.

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Thank you, Sun-choko.