On a whim, I record the long-past three years of junior high school and the battle of wits and courage with my best friend, and the first love that separated after three years of separation.
Ps: In order to write about the meeting between the male protagonist and the female protagonist, I also wrote about the time when the primary school student was promoted to junior high school.
Of course, there are always a few friends like this around me. When they first met, they were polite. But after they got to know each other, they didn't know which mental hospital they were released from.
There are also class teachers who strictly prohibit bangs and broken hair and only allow black hair ties and black hairpins.
Those broken memories are scattered bit by bit in my heart and have long been unable to be pieced together.
Intention: Memories