One of Us

"We" The classroom after school is empty. Eight people, eight tokens: a composition book with missing corners, a family photo covered with tape, a notebook filled with coordinates, an English diary, chemical equations, a safety helmet from a physics textbook, a night light, and 1847 steps in an atlas. They think they are alone - the one in Chinese class who dare not write, the one who cannot solve the equations in math class, the other self in English class, the crack in chemistry class, where the energy went in physics class, the "weird" in history class, the one in geography class who has never been to far away places. But today, twenty minutes after the school bell rang, they came to this classroom by themselves. Li Xiaoman was the first to speak, telling the truth that he dared not write. Then Lin Yi, Su Nian, Wang Nian, Jiang Yan, Zhang Fan, Zhao Yiming, Shen Nian - everyone took out their own "pain". It turns out you are too. It turns out you are in pain too. It turns out you are alone too. It turns out... We are not the same person. Eight pieces of paper formed a circle, with the night light in the center, and the light began to flicker like breathing. The bell didn't ring and no one wanted to leave. Because the classroom turned into a hole, they squatted inside, waiting for a class and each other.