Life, Once Again!

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“It was too much. Why did you do that?”

Daemyung looks as if his stuff is broken.

“Maru, what do you know? ”

“Me? Not yet. ”

“Not yet?”

A flooring that spills out the words of Dojin. Robbery. He's suspicious, but he shouldn't judge people by suspicion alone. How many people I've seen in my life selling people like that.

Class ended at 5: 00, but I was just finishing up after 6: 00. Empty first grade classroom. The teachers are coming and going.

“Some people in the third grade say palm trees. ”

“Not everyone plays at a standstill. She said she's in her job class.”

The group looks up at the ceiling and says, as they come out of the fifth floor auditorium and pass the fourth floor, they see a few half-lights on. Perhaps it is night autonomy by bringing together people who will be on time.

“I thought you were just playing the job. ”

“By the time you're in third grade, you'll think differently. I want to go to college, too. ”

“Where are you going? ”

“First, in Seoul. ”

“Wow, you bastard. You must be good at studying. ”

When Daemyung and Dojin talked about the university, the floor walked a little faster to open the classroom door. Electronics and Class B. The dim playground is visible through the windows. Someone is playing basketball on the basketball court. They will soon be coming together on one side.

“Let's go.”

The floor grabs the bag. The two friends hurried out of the classroom.

Three people broke up in front of a snack bar in front of the school. The floor drags the bicycle home and pauses. Then I turned around and went back to the left of the school. The floor, which was running along the brown fence of the school, could see the playground a little distance from the school.

A completely abandoned playground, with poor maintenance.

I can see the spots of fire floating there. It's called a community gathering place. Some of them burn moya cigarettes and some of them burn separately.

The teachers often come and arrest them, but rarely get caught. In the past, I've also smoked cigarettes here. I just threw it away because it was gross and dizzy.

I stopped the bicycle and swooped over. Most of them are in uniform. It's mostly about winning and kids. Some of them are in uniform. It's all girls, gay global schools, the ones they call homosexuals.

The two schools were quite close, so they used to visit each other at festivals. There are many interactions and events to do together. It turned out that the youngsters were also getting along.

I looked everywhere.

Just in case. I saw his face in the corner. Instead, I was with the rebels. I see a face I don't know. Or a friend from another school.

I didn't want to know, so I approached him first.

“Robbery.”

“…… What is it? ”

I wonder if the floor came. I handed the cigarette I was biting to my friend next door.

“I need to ask you something. ”

“What do you want to ask? ”

“Huh."

“What?”

“Did you smoke in the fifth floor auditorium last Saturday? ”

“Saturday? Why is that? ”

I stare at it as if it were a no. He raises his eyes and smiles bitterly. For now, I think you're right.

‘But was I always this calm? I think I can see their faces better. ’

In my entire life, there was nothing unreasonable about it. As far as I could help, I always thought I had to help. That's why I always get noticed by my boss and his subordinates. I hated that. I quit my job and became a bus driver.

He was a man like that, but not this brave. A place filled with kids who look like they could use their fists. You came here fearlessly, but not terribly late.

‘Well, it's called an affair. ’

Let's move on.

“Did you see the garments and junk lying around in the fifth floor auditorium? ”

“No, I mean, why ask me if I smoked? Are you going to yell at the old man?”

“Do I look like I'm here to do that? Really?"

When he looks at the floor calmly, he spits and leans forward.

“Oh, fuck. I don't like it. ”

“Whether you like it or not is none of my business. Just so you know, you saw me smoking on the fifth floor, right? There's stuff in there. ”

“Yes, I did. Why?”

Face gets closer. I smelled a cigarette.

“Just in case. ”

The floor looked straight into his eyes. He stares at me as if he doesn't want to lose.

“Did you smoke your clothes? ”

You spit it out. This should satisfy the condition for activating the speech bubble. I can only blink once.

And...

[What the fuck is he talking about? What are you wearing?]

A speech bubble appeared overhead. That confirms it. I smoked on the fifth floor of the auditorium, but my clothes didn't break. Maybe it was the third grade, just like the Middle Ages thought.

“What the... …. ”

“I'm sorry I wasted your time. Finish the bloody thing. But don't smoke too much. I'll suffer later.”

“What, what? ”

“I'm going. See you tomorrow."

I don't think I'm being sarcastic, but I don't think I'm just going to mess with someone else's stuff. Well, smoking at that age is often because of its appearance. There are real scum, of course.

The floor walks towards the bike outside the playground.

* * *

You keep staring at the floor, turning to your friends.

“What's he doing here? ”

“I don't know. I shouldn't be picking on you. ”

“What did you say?”

He said, "What? I had a cigarette on the fifth floor. ”

“Oh! What, you mean that? ”

The friend in front pretended to know. One of my friends went to the fifth floor with me on Saturday. I'm pressing down on my beanie, which is cool, but I'm a nightwalker just looking at cancer.

“What are you talking about? ”

“After all, you burned your cigarette. I have to go to the bathroom.”

“Huh."

“We were trying to follow you out, and I saw the clothes in the corner of the auditorium. I got caught in a dress or something, so I looked around.... ”

Kick-kick, laugh, and look at your friend next to you. That same day, four people who went up to the fifth floor auditorium smile at the same time.

I got a rough idea of the situation.

“Is that why you're dressed with cigarettes? ”

“I was a bit of a pushover. ”

“It's best to have cigarette bread in your clothes. ”

“So.”

They were smoking cigarettes with a giggling smile. Then I yell out loud.

“Hey! One drink! That's what we did! ”

You can see the floor turning its head to pedal on the bike. I saw my friend screaming. Why would he say that again?

When I open my eyes, my friend who was yelling at the floor just now laughs tremblingly.

“Why? It's fun. ”

“Of course. Idiot. ”

“…… Ah, damn it. Hey, what do you call that, a moron? Are you fucking scared? ”

Scared?

I threw the cigarette I was biting at the ground. I felt badly. I've been hanging out with these guys for over a week now. I was just talking about putting in a cigarette, not liking it. Of course, so are the other three who are keeping their mouths shut.

It's just because it looks like steam without a gang.

“What did you say? ”

“No, I'm just a jerk to my friend with what I need to tease him about. Wouldn't you be annoyed? ”

The beanie wears a thorn in his mouth. The three who chuckle on either side look at the liver for a moment between the dog and the beanie and stick to the child in the beanie.

“Haha.”

I pressed the boiling anger calmly. I don't want to fight and cause trouble. It's from the basics. I study, study hard, and go to a good university. That's the goal of high school life.

“Son of a bitch, are you scared? ”

Vinny laughs.

It was a twisted smile that made it harder and harder to endure.

“Hey, guys, let's stop it. ”

“Stop it anyway. ”

“Yes. Why are you suddenly so excited? Hey, come on, let's go to the PC room. ”

The three begged her to wear a beanie. Then, I secretly used a tone that ignored the footsteps. The beanie bites and spits, “I'm not mad. He's overreacting.”. "

The tip rolls. The beanie's jaw is enlarged in its eyes. If you hit like this, you will be able to cool down.

Yeah, you need a beating.

I remembered Vinny had a house to live in, but now I like it. It's annoying to be ignored. I'll feel better once I've beaten you.

I've made up my mind. I'm moving.

It was time to shrug his shoulders back.

“You did? ”

You hear voices behind you. It was a floor that had just arrived. I was surprised. It is because it is said to be a sand floor, but it did not even feel popular.

Of course, the children who were looking at the floor said with a tone that they knew.

“I thought you were trash. Right?"

The man in the beanie seeks his right and right consent. Standing next to you, your friends give you a twisted smile.

“Why did you do that? On someone else's stuff.”

“I thought you were trash. Oh, fuck. You don't understand a word I'm saying. ”

The kid in the beanie comes forward. No matter what the floor said, he also tried to move forward. But I couldn't get out. The floor grabbed my shoulder.

“I see.”

‘Uh, uh. ’

I tried to spray the hands on the floor, but the difference in strength was quite severe. I walked along the ledge where the bike was held by the floor. I didn't have the energy to say anything because the situation was ridiculous.

“You didn't know. ”

“What?”

“They got earthquaked by cigarettes. ”

“Who cares? ”

“It does matter. But you didn't. ”

“Hey!"

I yelled at the floor on the bike. It's enough to ignore people. It was the moment I was going to yell at the floor looking at myself while sitting on the seat.

“Make good friends when you're distracted. At this point, my friend is for life. Look at the speed, not the surface. And I was very patient earlier. I keep seeing his shoulder twitching from behind. If it were up to me, I'd kick your ass. ”

“No shit. Say something……. ”

“I was an adult. In the fight I had to endure, he was an adult. See you tomorrow. It's cold. Be careful going in.”

You step on the pedal and stare at the fading floor.

“Huh.”

I can't believe it. Son of a bitch...

“Shit!"

You kick the stone in front of your feet and walk away from the playground. I'm going to go home to my kids now because I'm losing my shape.

So I stopped in front of the small super as I was walking towards the house.

And...

“No, but... Why didn't you tell me.... ”

Oh, this sucks!

The wind is cold, but there is a fire inside.

I went into the supermarket and bought an ice cream.

* * *

The floor back home had some concerns. How do we deal with this? The easy way is to tell the teacher. Passionate teachers will punish them enough.

But I'm in high school. ’

High school students have high school rules. It is not right to draw the so-called "old-fashioned" here. I know it's best to lend a hand to someone else right now, but I shouldn't do that.

And...

Above all, it reminds me of the medieval word "do not speak."

“The theater department has a bad reputation. ”

As things escalate, the arrow of reprimand will lead to the theater. Then it's a pass to draw the teacher. Then how do we finish the job?

“Should I cover it?”

If you think about it, there are five broken clothes in total. The problem is that there is a dress that looks difficult to repair, but you can use it onstage with a roughly white cloth.

Quietly cover yourself.

Or tell someone.

‘It's a problem. ’

If you came home pretending not to know, you'd be eating, wiping your feet, and sleeping.

It was when the floor was lying on the floor.

Knock and knock. Maybe it's my sister.

I can also see his face with open visitation.

“I need a computer. ”

It's always the same word.

“Do it.”

“…… real, right? ”

“How many times have I asked you the same question? Do it.”

“Don't you play? ”

“Huh."

I saw the floor then.

My sister staring at me like she saw a strange creature.

“Don't you want to do it? ”

“No!”

The floor shakes its head and comes out of the living room.

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Thank you, Sun-choko.