I've been thinking about this plot for over a year now. But I don't have time to write any of this. Anyway, let me write in the shaking part first, haha.

About "If Tomorrow Was Saturday"

past life It doesn't make you feel connected to anyone in particular.

Thinking like that, I took myself onto the village bus and let my mind drift away with the wind. The green leaves were blown away by the wind that the man's car was passing by. Drowsiness still forced the eyelids closed. The breathing and sounds of cars are carefully combined with the sound of horns. Like the sound of morning music

Even though in my heart I really hate it. But I've gotten used to it since I don't know when.

Last night or even now? I've never dreamed. There are no drawings that flow with imagination in the brain. I have heard that if people don't dream, it means that our bodies are really resting. But have I ever dreamed? ?Before I knew it, I couldn't remember my dreams anymore.

When the car stopped, I immediately opened my eyes. People walked out until almost all of them were gone. I'm being left behind Finally, I knew I had to get off the bus. So he slowly got up and bowed his head down because the height of the car's roof was too short. He used his right hand to find the car fare coins in his pants pocket. before handing it to the driver

His hand gripped the strap of his bag as if he was afraid it would fall off. Carry yourself through the crowd of people waiting for the bus at the bus stop ahead. Step up and climb the stairs. Cross the bridge that you regularly cross. Looking down, he saw the vehicle moving forward little by little. Even today, these cars are still in line as before.

Whether it's being organized or keeping the rules. If the line to buy lunch was like this, it would be great. After saying that, I picked up my phone and took a picture.

The picture on the shoulder is picture number 300.

Even if there are hundreds of pictures like this kept But no two pictures are really the same.

At about fifty minutes past Jet Clock, I finally arrived at the school. The sound of the smart music ended after a while. Almost the entire school was sitting and chatting as usual.

Crap!

The row of pictures behind Figure 293 were still not at all like the pictures taken earlier.

I walked to sit in the last row of the class line. The chatter of the group of girls and boys talking about things that I couldn't understand in this life. Without even realizing that I was listening I can only pray that this time will quickly pass.

Time passed quickly as expected. After indulging in the uncomfortable atmosphere in the classroom The knowledge is nothing more than the knowledge that the teacher gives to the homework that needs to be done on the weekend. I'm thinking After graduating from high school and going to university, will this atmosphere change?

From having to live like this for almost three years It could be said that It probably isn't that different.

I walked in the opposite direction with the other kids and hurried towards the front of the school. A white pavilion hidden under the shade of a tree I walked in and reserved a seat that no one had yet taken as their own. He took out the lunchbox containing only the rice and omelette he had made in the morning, opened the lid, scooped the two together in one spoon and shoveled it into his mouth.

The tomato plant seeps into the mouth. The sticky texture on the tip of the spoon combined with the ketchup makes your hands feel sticky. However, you must save as much as you can.

I spent the rest of my lunch break scrolling through pictures on my phone. Even though during the peak daytime there are often people sitting and relaxing around here and the chatter is so loud that it's annoying, today it's strangely quiet. I scrolled past pictures of ants walking in rows. A picture of a flock of birds taking comfort in their wings and flying from the sky above a white building.

I'd like to buy a camera as well. But from the affordable price right now, I'm sure I'll be able to eat Grab for the whole month. Another thing is....

I accidentally stopped my hand immediately. Staring at that picture as if there was something strange

A photo of a girl in school uniform holding out a camera to take a selfie was caught.

She made a neat double braid. His face was bright and his hair was tied like an aristocrat. She smiled brightly and held up two fingers on her cheek.

The wind gently touches The smell of decay from the soil rose up.

along with images of memories that are ingrained in the brain

I used to...

Met a girl

At this place

"Wednesday is really boring, isn't it?"

"Yesterday she said this."

"Well, this is boring!!"

"Whenever I come to school, it's all boring."

I moved my finger to see the next picture.

"...If tomorrow was Saturday, that would be good, right?"

She said it came out like that.