Today, I got up early and asked my mom, who claims to have "the art of demon makeup," to fix my eyebrows.
Today, the sky was clear, and the sunlight fell softly on me, just warm enough to feel gentle.
Today, the breeze lifted my smooth, long hair. I hadn't eaten hot pot, but I sang all the way to school.
Today, I was going to confess to the boy I liked.
"Hey, classmate, I like you!"
Huh? Classmate, where'd you go?
Huh? Wait, where am I? What is this place?
Hmm? Why are a bunch of green-skinned little people carrying things that look dangerous, heading this way from behind those bushes?
