Give me back my illusions.
1 - Hello, Senior Ssagaji.
I, Kim Yeo-ju, am currently a freshman in middle school. Some people think I'm young, others say I'm all grown up. Middle school freshman, 14 years old. That ambiguous age, just when I've finally broken free from the nominal "jammin" mentality. I'm 14, and I've developed a sense of identity. I can't even begin to describe how nervous I was from the preliminary assembly in January. The feeling I had when I first saw my school uniform is indescribable. Now that I'm legally a teenager, some of my friends find the title burdensome or even distasteful. But I'm incredibly excited. Perhaps it's because I feel like I'm no longer a child?
I just found out today that I'm in class 4, grade 1 at Minha Middle School. March 2nd is the day I officially become a middle school student. I signed up on the website a few minutes ago and confirmed my class. I bought my uniform and bag. Since the middle school is located far from my elementary school, the thought of meeting new friends makes my heart pound like it's the first time I've stepped into a classroom, even though I'm at home. I wonder what it'll be like when I get to school. People say they have arrhythmia when they see comments like "I'm having arrhythmia," and for some reason, I can relate. My heart felt like it was going to burst out of my chest.
I carefully examined each uniform, clutching my trembling heart. I'd already seen them the day I bought them, but seeing them on the first day of school felt different. The day I went to buy them, I'd been filled with anticipation and the sadness of realizing I'd parted ways with my friends, but now I was filled with joy, excitement, and anticipation, unable to control myself. Worried about being late, I hurriedly put them on. Standing in front of the mirror, I quite liked my reflection. This was a disaster. Will everyone fall for me at this rate? That would be a problem. My lips curled slightly, filled with anticipation that my good friends would welcome me. I finished getting ready, daydreaming about the school I hadn't even been to yet.
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Hodadadadak-
As soon as I got off the subway, I ran briskly and arrived at the school gate. I wasn't late, but perhaps because it was the first day... there were quite a few people. Arriving 20 minutes early was worth it. Fortunately, it wasn't too crowded. I wondered if I was enjoying the beautiful school scenery when someone bumped into me, making a louder-than-expected noise.
Clang-
What is this sound? It was just clothes brushing against clothes, and my chest and head hitting each other, but why is there a loud crashing sound? From that moment on, I think my illusions about middle school were slowly shattered. Without even a moment to be dumbfounded, I checked my hands and bag and fainted. My iPhone 13, which my mom had bought me with great determination to commemorate my entrance to school, was shattered with that terrible sound. Not only the screen, but even the camera and the home button were completely destroyed.