100 Things I Don't Know About My Senior

Monday came again this week.

There is a deep-rooted controversy over whether to start the week as Monday or Sunday, but, well, either is fine. Either way, as soon as the week begins, an abominable Monday will come.

"Let's get back to basics"

When I got on the train softly and fit in my usual place, my junior mentioned this.

"Yeah."

He replied vividly, rubbing his sleepy eyes and trying to raise awareness that he had not yet awakened.

"What?

It just happened. Yes. I woke up completely.

"What?

"So let's get back to basics"

"What are basics, basics?"

As if waiting for me to say the word, she does.

"You know what?

Eh, and try to be prestigious for some reason, junior will ask.

"Yesterday was the 50th question." A Question of the Day ""

"Have you been so far?"

I was called out in the middle of September, and now it's November, less than two months. Sure, if you ask me, it's been about 50 days.

"It's 50, 50"

"The five towers?"

I tried to say fifty shoulders, but I stopped.

"Isn't that just 5? Isn't that Five?"

"Ahhh."

Yes, it's been 50 days.

No, is it exactly 52 days? I didn't see her the first weekend, didn't exchange lines, so I didn't ask her any questions.

Hmm, I've been asking questions like I came up with.

"I mean, how did you figure that out perfectly?

At that moment, my thoughts froze.

No, I didn't think you'd ask me there. Because this is the pillow of the story, or because I was planning on taking it. Why do you keep doing that, don't you notice, Shinpai?

"... no. I won't say."

I just felt unfair about lying and cutting through. But there's something different about answering honestly, too, and what I chose was a first time-buying path.

By the way, it's not "I can't tell you," is Miso. There is no such thing as the right to remain silent. For whatever reason, we have that arrangement.

You haven't thought about this feeling, or after you've guessed, I don't know why you had to - no, you're totally the latter. I'm nibbling -, I've been typing todomes into me.

"Today's Question,"

"Uh already...... yes. I'll confess."

"What is that, such a serious one?"

"No, the..."

Uh, it's detachable. I never told anyone. Probably even though my parents haven't found out.

"I'm keeping a diary."

It's just a simple thing to write about what happened that day.

I write in my paper notebook, even though there are as many diaries on my smartphone app as there are. I bought a new notebook, wrote the title, and softly stuck it in my desk drawer so I could get in the mood.

Because I'm a lot shy (my pretty face is bright red). If you think of something, they keep a diary.

Good thing, I think. The storage medium called the human brain is a terrible defect, and the memory ("record" if this is the way to put it) quickly blurs, becomes unclear, and someday forgets. So I think it would be great to leave every single thing you can do that day, or your thoughts, or your thoughts at the end, as a sentence, something in shape.

I guess it's a good thing, but I can't really afford it psychologically.

"Heh, since when?

So this question that I kept asking, really, I didn't care.

If it's been going on since elementary school, it's fine, and I guess that's already become a habit. I think that's a good starting point, even if I'm starting out as a high school student.

It's the 14th of September.

You remember a lot of detail, I thought.

It's been a long time, I thought. It hasn't been two months.

Here, I noticed the discomfort.

"Hmm?

Weakened for 2 months, I feel like we talked about that earlier.

Sure, what is it? Yes. My junior cumulative questions exceeded 50 questions, like.

"That's right. It starts on the first day of my life! Is that bad!

Oh.

Connected.

"Well, isn't it bad?

"What is it, well..."

"Personal freedom, no."

"That's not what I meant...... ha. That's enough."

There was something - no, I guess it was specifically a conversation with me - that made me want to keep a diary. Isn't that all you need?

"Even so, diary ah"

"What is it, are you willing to whisk?"

"Handwritten or smartphone?

"It's handwritten."

Wow. Authentic.

"I mean, it's just me, it's not fair. Sempa, it's" A Question of the Day ". Do you keep a diary or something?

I suddenly had an offensive shift.

"I used to write it."

"Once upon a time?"

"When I was in elementary school"

When I was a freshman, he told me to write a diary for him, and everyone in the class started writing.

By the time I advanced to sophomore year, it was troublesome or half the people who kept a proper diary.

Moreover, the year after that, and the next, fewer and fewer people keep a diary. I was the only one who kept writing the diary until graduation day.

What was the point of the diary?

I thought that to my childhood, and with my graduation, I stopped writing diaries.

"Heh, you had a past like that"

"I should have kept thinking about it now. I didn't even think about it."

"Let me read it next time"

"Oh, no. It's not a sentence, I'm in elementary school."

"I'd like to see a letter full of little ones"

"Oh, no."

"Next time you ask me at home, I'd love to see it"

"Um."

"It's a promise, isn't it?

He said he wouldn't.

I'm going to turn my sparkling eyes across the street, but I'm not going to do it on your hands like that.

"Do something there"

One thing, I came up with good terms.

"In exchange for your diary, I'll consider it."

"Huh? Really?

When I thought my smile only bloomed for a moment, I immediately turned down and began to bump.

"Oh, but you have to show me mine..."

"Well, yeah."

Actually, just for a moment, I'm also wondering what kind of sentence this junior writes.

"Gu... Senpaku's text when he was a little girl... is fascinating..."

As the junior watched him grind and get bored, at some point, the train had arrived at the nearest station of the school.