I'm Ahari. You can call me "Ah." This is my first time writing a novel. You can criticize to the fullest. (I've never read the novel)

During the life of Mr. Is school boring? For some of you, it might be fun.

So let's get started.

Where should I begin? It would be a middle school boy in class 1/5. At first it was normal for him not to have many friends, I think. But when I looked around, there were only people grouped together and talking intimately. It's like I'm jumping alone. But it's okay, we're used to things like this. Until a group of friends in the room invited them to play football.

That's probably the point where we can call our first group of friends. Even if there were just a few of us, haha, after that we always went to play together. Eat lunch together, talk about games, talk about football. It was a good time. But when the break time ended, we were bored and wanted to continue playing football, wanting to sit and chat with friends.

It must be difficult, we have to study. It wasn't bad in class because that girl was there. Going to class doesn't seem boring at all. But it doesn't last very long. Is it probably me? Is it boring? Or is it that I'm ugly? That man must have been very lucky to have you. Is this the first time you've had your heart broken? 555

It looks like the classroom is very boring. I'm so weak. I'm just heartbroken. My friends talk like this. My father told me, "There are millions of women. Just one person, let it pass.” If my heart hurts and I want to vent, I want to vent with someone I feel comfortable with. At that time, I could only suppress it and focus on the game and football. and then heard the laughter of friends

Family is an encouragement to study. When taking exams or grades at that time, I was very comfortable. That's probably because we were probably talented at that time, so we neglected to come to the queen's room in 2nd grade. But all of my friends and I were gone, so there were only two people left. It was lonely when I was in Mathayom 1. Why aren't those guys paying attention to their studies? Why don't they come and play football together during breaks?

It's fun, but it's also sad. Why? Remember the girl I liked in grade 1? Is that possible? I like to wait for my friends near the pavilion near where the football is played. Makes you feel angry at yourself? I felt like I didn't want to continue playing football and didn't want to study. I was angry at myself so I went to play football instead. It got a little better.

Until he went to have sex with a girl again and he felt hurt and didn't remember. I ended up liking someone in the room again. At first it was fun to study with her but when I thought about the first person I felt like I wanted to distance myself. Not very confident in myself Then we started talking to more women, wanting to get to know them, not wanting to make ourselves boring to people who like to know what women are like and what they like.

But everyone looked at me as a flirt. At that time, we may not have understood, we may have been too curious. Doing things without thinking makes us start to distance ourselves from the girl we like for a while. We started dating boyfriends from social media and ended up breaking up with 6-7 of them. We now really want to jump and kick us in the past. Playing with other people's feelings. At that time, I was a child who didn't know anything but was just curious. During Mathayom 2

This one was almost a full-fledged flirt until I met a friend of the same age this time, not from the same room, haha. It was in 3rd grade. At the beginning, a friend who played football with us happened to like someone, and then the friend of the person our friend liked came and poked our hearts. It's like heaven will punish you. That girl talks a lot and acts like we did when we were in Mathayom 2.

But it was strange for me to follow her so persistently. At that time, I probably thought it was a form of punishment. We have this mentality. But in the end, she was as heartbroken as ever. It must have been the end of Mathayom 3. It seemed like she wanted to grow up in her own way. We came to terms with it and said goodbye on good terms to each other. During Mathayom 3, I hardly played football with my friends.

I get to play maybe once a week. But the grass field, just us, was very spacious and quiet and comfortable. We and our friends went our separate ways to grow in our own ways. "Finished"