Great Novelist

I finished cleaning up and went out to the hallway to take out the trash. Originally, every class had its own trash can, but the school got rid of it because it couldn't be managed like a dusty broom. Instead, use a common trash bin installed at the end of the hallway.

You stand in front of him and start collecting the rubbish on the garbage. Lost lid pen, half-torn eraser, crumpled home communication, small piece of paper, etc. They were all on the floor of the classroom.

“What's this? ”

He noticed that all the garbage that was on the landfill was another species lying in the hallway without entering the trash can. Looking at the torn section and the crumpled surface on someone's hand, it seems to be quite rough. Seeing writings written in plain text, he picked them up.

“This is · · · · · · · · ·. ”

He was surprised because he was familiar with the writings on the rags.

“Death · · · · · · right? ”

This was a handwritten copy of a book he wrote. The words that are neatly listed are cut off in the middle without being finished.

Who wrote it. If I was desperate, I was doing the same thing these days. It is a basic daily work in the literature. The purpose of desperation is to write well.

Could the owner of this article be a writer's errand boy? Then there must be better books. Why are they writing the bird's trail? I didn't understand it at all. Besides, what does it mean to be found next to a trash can?

I quickly finished cleaning after putting the paper in my pocket in the classroom teacher who could see it from afar.

It's not funny.

In front of the blackboard, there was a lot of math class. He was a teacher with a bulging lower abdomen, and his class was very simple. Write down problems and solve them. Add a little description to it and you're done.

The math teacher was popular among his own students. It's not because he's friendly or handsome. It was because of the writing and expressions he left on the blackboard.

The letters written in white chalk with a slight lift of the pinkie are uniform and applied. This is the best time to draw a shape. Go away, art teacher. It is stereoscopic and unshakable on the line.

The funny thing is, the teacher also likes the view of the blackboard he created. At the end of the class, the teacher leaves the classroom with a satisfactory smile that was engraved on the blackboard. Somehow I remembered Mr. Moon. I felt like I found out why the math teacher was able to come to school constantly.

I was spending time looking at the blackboard, which is almost full, and the atmosphere of the classroom was completely disorderly. Seeing what was going on, I noticed a small piece of paper moving from the students' hands. I was exchanging messages. It would have been more than usual, but it was a little different now.

The message was broad. It was a note for the entire class of children, not between individuals and individuals. It was more of a telegram than a note. What's written on that little piece of paper that you can't wait for the class to end? Curiosity arose.

Finally, the note arrived to Seogwang. Since Seogwang was secretly reading a book, he was puzzled by the sudden appearances, but spread the paper gently.

He stares straight at his back.

Cheers.

Shrug your shoulders. He was shaking quite a bit. I slap my eyes on the note once and look around. You seem to be trying to check something out. Every time there was a rush of light, there was a shock and a slight shock on his face.

What the hell is going on? I remembered what had happened around this time, but nothing particularly came to mind.

Seogwang, who was in a quiet commotion for a long time, turned his hand behind his back and handed him a note. I received the paper without delay as long as I was waiting. Whether he accepted it with the hands of several people, the paper was powerless. The moment I spread the teary paper, I had to forcefully suppress my reflexive voice.

It had this little inscription that said,

There is a coincidence in our school.

Did you get caught? It's a little awkward out there.

There was not much you could do in this situation that was not understood. So the math teacher was just staring out the window until he left the classroom with a satisfactory smile after the class.

“Hey."

As soon as the class was over, Seongwang turned around screaming. He replied with a slight exaggeration.

“Why.”

Seogwang said with a solemn expression.

“Let's go.”

Let's go where?

“Where?”

“To meet coincidences. ”

“What?"

I still don't understand. Does that mean you have to go somewhere to meet a coincidence? It's right in front of you. What's going on here? It was complicated.

“Let's go quickly. I went to see the other kids. ”

“Where are you going? ”

“What were you doing in class without exchanging information? Follow me. Seven and a half. ”

“Yeah, I took a class. ”

Actually, I was bruising him. As I almost ran, I slowly realized that I was following behind the western lights walking. I mean, there are other coincidences in our school than me. In seventh grade, too.

“Was it stolen? ”

“What did you say? ”

“No.”

Seogwang said in an excited voice.

“It was a woman. ”

“Who?”

“Who is it? Of course it's a coincidence. ”

“Oh, it's a girl? ”

“Yes, she's quite beautiful. ”

No, it's not a girl. No matter how much I shouted, I couldn't hear it from Seogwang. Beauty. Although Seogwang said she was excited, even though she was beautiful, she only came to him with information that she had stolen her name.

In front of the seventh class, I heard a rumor and was crowded with students. As we penetrated the crowd, a large circle formed around a girl in the classroom. Needless to ask, she's the one impersonating a coincidence. As they approached, they were filled with questions and answers.

“How did you think of writing that? ”

“Why, there are a lot of people who are afraid of pigeons these days. I'm walking down the street, and a woman is screaming. I went to see if something bad was going to happen, and then I yelled," Well, there's pigeons. "”

“I've seen a lot of that, too. ”

“Me, me. Some moms shut their daughter up when she was a pigeon. It's dirty.”

“But I get it. It looks harmful to me. ”

The pigeons? After the fake coincidence was over, the children around them added one by one.

“I saw it and I thought, It would be fun to play the character of someone who's afraid of birds. ”

“I see.”

“What's the secret to writing well? ”

I also make up stories that might happen. Another question came from somewhere in the circle around her. She answered the question diligently, raising her mouth. Following my lips, the dots in the center of the ball went up together.

“Well, what can I say? I just use it as my hands move. Close your eyes and picture yourself. Things to draw. Then the hand starts to move automatically. ”

“Wow, so how long did it take you to use it all? ”

“The ultra-high completion didn't take long. A week?”

I gave my fist strength to the incoming embarrassment. Why am I the one who's ashamed? What nonsense is that your hands are moving automatically? How do you write when you close your eyes? A week? Where did that week come from? Traces of birds are close to the length. A week is a ridiculous time. What's with all the bragging?

After trembling in such agony, another person raised his hand and asked.

“You have a very real psychological description of fear or fear. There's been a lot of talk about experience. ”

“Sorry, that's a bit of a sensitive question, I can't answer. ”

What is that kid doing? He's got some nerve. Well, you wouldn't think there's a real coincidence in a school like this. You're acting like that because you don't know what the writer is looking at.

This had never happened before. But it's a scene I've seen somewhere. This map and the situation. What was in that circle was the Lord.

I always spent my school years in the interests of others around me. I heard rumors and came from other schools. I can't help but see the overlap between her and her young self. But that kind of bravado is too much.

“I'm a little surprised. ”

At that moment, I heard the murmur of Seogwang. It was a voice that was different from the excited one before. It was unlike any coincidence he had ever imagined.

I looked at him for a moment and asked.

“Who did you want to be? ”

“Just, um. That's a tough question to answer. Beautiful?”

He hesitates a little and eventually answers with a joke. You don't ask any more questions, but you put a light smile on his jokes.

It calmed me down a little. I looked at the coincidence at the center of everyone. Her dots are moving around. I looked at her and opened my mouth.

“Let me ask you a question. ”

Coincidence nods and gladly accepts. I feel confident that I can get all the answers. I opened my mouth to solve the fundamental questions.

“Why did you hide it so far and now say it was a coincidence? ”

Everyone was friendly to her. In this situation, it is useless to ask for proof that you are a coincidence. I decided to go back a little bit. I did not show hostility. I was really curious.

She looks a little embarrassed, but quickly straightens her expression and answers.

“I'm a little embarrassed, too. I didn't think you'd get caught like this. My friend saw the original bird trail I wrote down. I didn't want to lie. ”

Original bird tracks. I put my hand in my pocket. There was something caught. A crudely cardboard creaks. I felt uncertain. This is hers. I slowly pulled out my hand.

“Yes, you hate lies. ”

“Yes.”

“I'm going to be miserable. ”

He said he was the only one who knew what kind of ending he was getting. It's no good to borrow coincidental names.

She misunderstood her words and said with a good smile.

“But I think it's better than cheating. I can't even write properly with uncomfortable feelings. ”

“Wow, that's amazing. ”

I thought about it for a moment and asked for the last time. It is because there are many students who want to ask themselves questions.

“How does it feel to be a coincidence? ”

She smiles widely and replies.

“Good.”