Life, Once Again!

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I put my earphones in my ears and looked at the floor that fell. I don't know what the hell he's doing.

I wasn't picking on you. If you think about it a little bit, you'll see that it's all true. I'm just curious about his intentions.

Why the hell not?

“Shit.”

He's messing with my head, but he's making it more complicated.

I chewed through the back of the Sharp.

But the annoyance did not go away.

* * *

All the classes are over. I went to the electronics lab for the first time today. A place for soldering. Of course, it's not the first time, to be exact. You've been in the past.

“Smells good. But you know how long it takes to solder a sperm to die? ”

“Really?"

The colony frowned and said. Dojin said, "You can't even get married if you snitch.” He laughs nonsense.

Familiar jokes.

You've played like this before. In the corridor coming from the main hall, I stopped for a while. The other two friends stopped.

Junghyeok was walking ahead.

“Hello, sunbae. ”

“Oh, you're here with the soldering iron? ”

“Yes.”

Junghyuk asked me to go, saying that it is comfortable to learn properly in the first grade. The floor sent two friends first. I asked him what happened, but he didn't answer.

After two friends left.

The floor followed the Middle Ages.

“Sunbae.”

“One drink. Aren't you going? ”

“I have something to tell you. ”

“Really?"

Junghyuk went down to the first floor of the main office. A reform to the store in the right corner pulls cocoa out of the vending machine in front of it.

“Drink.”

“Thank you.”

I sat on a chair that I had prepared at the store. I can see the kids running right after class. The laughter of a boy and a girl is mixed up. In the meantime, I hear the teacher's cry to be quiet.

“What can I say? ”

When it's a little quiet, Junghyeok asks.

The floor rests the cup on its knee. And I told him what I learned yesterday.

“You're the class who made costumes like that? ”

Junghyuk sighed and said.

“Yes.”

“Phew.”

It was a slight scratch from a flat nose.

A moment of silence. The hallway is quiet. Make sure all the children are home. The storekeeper comes out and takes out the trash. Junghyeok's jaw is about to go out.

It is a medieval walk towards the playground. I hear chatter from afar. I can see the kids playing football in front of the basketball court.

“Did you tell anyone? ”

“No.”

“Just me and you, huh? ”

“Yes.”

“Then let's ask quietly. ”

“Yes.”

The floor didn't say much because it seemed like it would say that if it was medieval. It seems that Junghyeok is strange.

“I don't ask questions. ”

“I like that. ”

“You like that? ”

“Yes, you said that. Theatre department has a bad reputation right now. We'll be the ones to blame for causing trouble, so you better ask. Plus, when I saw you talking so confidently, I thought the costume repair might already be done. You don't have to make a billy to do damage to the theater department. ”

It means the organized thing.

At that, Junghyuk nodded. Eye contact. A speech bubble floats overhead.

[I have an idea.]

I have an idea.

I've lived a few decades longer than you.

“To Yoon Jeong... …. ”

“I don't know if it was the other boss, but I didn't want to tell him from the beginning. ”

“Are you afraid of a commotion? ”

“Yes, I think they'll come in my class. ”

“That's right. And then there's the baby. Yoon Jeong Yi.”

Junghyuk bakes paper cups. The floor shakes its head as it reaches out and tries to take out the trash.

“I didn't choose a successor to leave behind. Especially not because I chose to be comfortable. ”

He's the one who puts the trash in the trash.

“And get rid of Nimma. I don't use it from the beginning.”

“Yes.”

“You got a lot of brothers down there? ”

“I have a brother. ”

“Really?"

“Why?”

“You look responsible. The way he talks. He's taken care of a lot of it. I can feel it in my actions. ”

I put my tongue out in the sharp eyes of the Middle Ages. I haven't seen much, but I know that.

“Thanks to you, the theater department will be strong. ”

“What do you mean. ”

“I'm not kidding. The most important thing in the theater department is unity. We need someone to focus on. You have to collect kids with different personalities and move a puppet that is difficult to handle as a play. ”

It was a medieval talk looking at the monolith. What's on his mind? My face gets complicated for a moment.

“Hey, sunbae. ”

“Huh?"

“I have one question. ”

“What?”

“Why did you become Director Yoon Jung? ”

Junghyuk laughed at the question. It is the middle age of stabbing the temple with the detection as if he remembered the fact that he had forgotten.

“He wanted to do it. ”

“…… Is that starch? ”

“If we move in together, we'll know what this means. Lee Yun-jeong, she's a really weird person to explain in words. I've seen it for the last year, but it's hard to find a character like that in this world again. ”

It seems pleasant just by putting Yoon Jung in his mouth.

Well, she was energetic.

“And you. I have one more question. ”

“About the third grade? ”

A soccer ball flew up high in the sky with a lie. Joy and scream intersect with the kids who play footsteps. The floor looks at you for a moment and sees the reform again.

Junghyuk looks up at the school with a bitter smile.

At that moment, a familiar voice is heard from above.

“Take a hike! Sir!"

Second floor. I see a swarm of heads in the electronics and classroom.

“I guess they're waiting for you. ”

“Oh, yes. ”

“I'll talk to you later. Go.”

It was a reform to enter the central foyer with a wave of hands.

“Cocoa, thanks for the drink. ”

“Yes."

The floor turns to drink a little cocoa.

* * *

At some point, I realized something. Such realizations often embarrass people. It seems that things that were natural do not seem natural.

The same was true: burning cigarettes, joking silly jokes, going to the PC room. Then, when it's time, I go home and eat and sleep. Go back to school when you wake up. Repetition of the same thing.

But everyday life was wrong.

It was smashed into little pieces.

“Let's go.”

“Uh, uh. ”

On the ledge of the window, I saw a surge and a colony coming out the back door. A group of people. After a brief eye contact with the colonel, they blink and immediately look away.

"Oh, this sucks. ’

It bothers me.I didn't notice the look on their faces. You don't have to wonder about the world of the crooks. You don't have to care what the goons do.

By the way.

- You've got a friend.

- Asshole.

Words ringing in your ears.

In the morning, the children around me disappeared. Jung Chang and all the way to the bastard.

Childish bastards. At this age, I thought, "Gather around like a local kid..."

And you are?

It was a question that came out of nowhere. You don't even know who did it. But the question made me feel frustrated. The more I tried to ignore it, the more I filled my head with that one question.

Are you different?

The question made Hannah feel her emotions explode.

Shame.

I was embarrassed. I couldn't lift my head because I was embarrassed from the moment I sat at my desk after lunch. I kept remembering the way I was giggling, beating the back of my children's heads with a cigarette. When I was in middle school, I remembered the scene of robbers' pockets.

And...

The scenes were disgraced. No, this has gone beyond embarrassing. It was pathetic. What did you do that was so funny?

When I learned that there was an English homework in the morning, I asked the stubborn man in front of me to show me the homework. Until then, I copied my homework without hesitation. On my chest, there was a question of 'Are you different?' in my head, but I ignored it as much as I could.

But when the English teacher got the hawk,

I was thinking about it.

Normally, I'd say, "He showed me.” After indifferent words, he would have laughed at the English teacher.

But I couldn't.

The question ‘What's different about you' constantly bothered me. Eventually, I lied. Not a shameless lie to avoid responsibility, but a lie to take responsibility.

Nothing has changed since then, of course.

Even after school.

Oh, here's the thing.

The thighs are closing in.

I felt like I was going to explode because of the frustration caused by the question.

Why all of a sudden.

“Fuck!”

Even this idea is childish.

So what? We just live. Shit.

Let's get out of here with our bags. Then go home and get some sleep. Tomorrow will be fine. They're friends. We'll find them again. Are they the only ones who smoke?

However.

I tried to cross the threshold of the back door, but I finally sighed and looked back.

I know.

Childish is not a question, it's a country that wants to run away without answering it.

“Oh, really. It's because of him. ”

It reminds me of the floor that was turning, slapping my shoulders as if it were magnificent. If he hadn't shown up yesterday, he would have been the same.

Usually.

“ ……. ”

I scratched my head and left the classroom.

I get the strange feeling that I might be scared to go to school.

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Thank you, Sun-choko.

This post is about humanity.

If pharynx is a negative part of humanity, then it's a quantitative part of humanity.