Unusually, I'm jostling with strangers. But I must know immediately, is my name on the board. An announcement board for prospective students who pass the vocal arts major.

I am at my fifteen years old, at the moment of sadness and pleasure that will drown me easily. When dreams are far away, but must be approached. The moment when hope grew in abundance.

But this fact is too painful, my name is not there. I feel very disappointed. Like falling from a cliff, I don't know how am I going to land. It will definitely be covered with full of wounds. Even I can't hope to live.

In this crowded place, now it feels lonely. I hate to see people who are happy, because I can't get it.

"Duk!"

"Ah!?" I screamed, how could someone hit me at a time like this.

"Sorry!" Only that word was spoken from him, a boy wearing a uniform, maybe he is a junior high school student like me. But I'm reluctant to see his face. He just passed.

I grabbed my arm which he hit. It doesn't really hurt that much. But I want to cry right now.

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