Daily Ultra-Short Story 393: "That" #WeeklyShortShortNote

I once ranked first in my grade back in junior high, you know. "That" says this every time it meets someone. It has told that story so many times that there isn't another "that" around who doesn't know it.

The "that" since entering high school bears no resemblance to the one from junior high. After all, it hasn't taken a single test yet. It failed spectacularly on the final test of the year it was ranked first in the grade. That has become a trauma.

Now, a word from our principal, the student council president announces. Thinking that nothing is as long as the principal's speech, "that" is looking at the "Rainbow Slide."

Ahem, everyone, as you know, our Slippery High School is the final school before being born on Earth. From here, you will slide down the Rainbow Slide and enter your mother's womb on Earth. Those who have made up their minds, please slide down at any time. There are no graduation requirements. It is up to you. It is fine to fail and come back.

The "that" who rushed ahead and failed once.
Even so, it wants to be born.
Because there is someone it promised.

"That" is crying.

(Theme: [Slippery High School])

This is my entry.
Tara-ha-san, please take care of yourself.

Ultra-short story from one year ago ↓