Junior high school is over, and I started taking graduation photos stiffly under the scorching sun. Being a freshman in high school is a new identity, which does not mean you are enviable or confident.
On the day of registration, looking at the drizzling sky and walking in every corner of No. 1 Middle School, I thought that the days ahead might be wonderful, even though I had already seen the endless playground.
The first week has finally passed, and we still have two months to go before splitting classes again. I want to face it with my indifference. Nothing is the best and I should accept it positively.
Conception: