August 31st,the end of summer.

Summer vacation has 11 days left. I thought cram school would be a hassle. I always disliked the end of summer vacation a little, every year. Morning. Arrive at school a little late. The school gate is open. The ground is quiet. Only the sounds of someone practicing a club activity can be heard in the distance. When I entered the classroom, I felt a cool breeze. I thought no one was there. By the window. The very back seat. A male student was sitting alone. A white shirt and black slacks. Slightly bouncy brown hair. I was looking at the sky. A slightly surprised look when our eyes met. Then, laugh. Extra lessons? It was an ordinary voice. I think we were in the same class. No. They might have been in the next class over. Even though I shouldn't know, it doesn't feel like I don't know. ......Well, that's fine, I guess. It's summer vacation. The male student looked away from the window and said. Nice to meet you. Then, the chime rang. --August 21 Summer vacation, 11 days remaining.