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First story
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Eighteen years old.
An age where you can do something without thinking.
It's fun to wander around school in the little bits of spare time that I have left.
The color blue comes to mind.
The color of our youth is blue.
I'm playing soccer on a sunny playground, sweating profusely. I'm the boy in my class who plays soccer.
Choi Yeonjun.
We pick a few boys from our class who play soccer and play soccer together. The girls sitting in the stands are cool because they're in the shade. But why is that girl sitting alone?
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The bell signaling the end of lunchtime rang. The boys I played soccer with had already gone to their classes, and the girls who had been cheering from the stands also went up to their classes, snickering. No, I wasn't the only one in this school playground. It was the girl I saw sitting alone earlier.
Thinking that the girl had a story, I was just washing my hands and face at the water fountain. Suddenly, a cold stream of water, or perhaps rain, poured down on my back. I stopped washing and looked up. It was the girl from before.
The front of the blue lake was blocked and the entrance was raised to the sky, so it was pouring down rain.
“What are you doing?”
When I asked him, he stopped spraying water on me and asked.
“What class are you in?”
“I’m in class 9.”
“I’m in class 9 too.”
I've been in our class for six months now, and this is the first time I've seen a kid like that.
“Are you a transfer student?”
“Yeah. I transferred schools today.”
“But why didn’t you introduce me in the morning?”
“I told the teacher I didn’t want to do it because it was annoying. And I don’t remember where my class is.”
“Will you come with me?”
"huh."
What if I wasn't in Class 9? Would I still be sitting sprawled out on the playground? Our first meeting was a bit stranger than I expected.
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Final