I am an ordinary person who cannot be more ordinary. I am the kind of ordinary person who will be forgotten after just one glance in the crowd.
As small as dust, inconspicuous.
Until I entered high school and met K.
The woman who seemed to be born with the aura of being a heroine.
An existence that is elusive for a lifetime.
Remember some small things in life.
This article only tells about my high school life first.
The life background of this article is that of the author, and of course privacy will be preserved.
K is also purely fictitious, and no such person exists.
Full of selfishness, if I can't do it, then write it on K.
First person, don't read if you don't like it.