Editing City Series:Volume7 Layer 12 (section)

===Record 7: Or Were They Just Words?===
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'''03/16/1997

'''16:18

It was almost graduation, so today had been our last ordinary classes. That also meant this was our last middle school afternoon.

My classroom was on the third floor. If I sat by the window and looked down, I could see the courtyard You could tell it was the courtyard because they were holding a trial there.

Further out, the sports teams were practicing, slacking off, or entering sketchy trances, but there wasn’t a 3rd year among them.

They were all 2nd and 1st years.

The school newspaper I held was also entirely made by 2nd and 1st years starting this edition.

Maybe they still weren’t used to doing it on their own and maybe it was the lack of the 3rd year’s connections, but the horoscope section was pretty weak today. For example, this is what it had for the Scorpio section:

“Lucky Color: Brain. Lucky Word: Poison. If you don’t save your special someone today, the world will be destroyed.”

Pretty sure of itself for a horoscope.

It was dated today, so the all the Scorpios around the world were probably saving their special someone.

That was when an aerial warship flew by overhead.

I also saw a car on the road out front being chased by a police train.

Was that a gunfight I heard coming from the courtyard manhole?

“Maybe it’s actually accurate.”

I tilted my head and you walked up.

You were wearing casual clothing, so…

“Hey, hey, hey. We’re not graduated yet, so you can’t wear casual clothes in here. Take them off right this instant.”

“Sorry, but my lucky word in the school newspaper horoscope was ‘casual clothing’. What was yours? Idiot?”

“You’re not very nice. So why are you here?”

“Running an errand for our pharmacy. We provide some medicine for the school, remember?”

“Oh, yeah. Here to take away the evidence before the cops can track the drugs back to your family? How about I save you the trouble by buying it off you? Is the street price 30 peyca?”

You threw a punch my way. You really needed to learn not to punch with your thumb in your fist. You also needed to stop twisting your heel outwards when you stepped forward to punch. For that matter, just not punching people by the window would be great.

I quickly dodged.

“So what are you here for?”

“Like I said, on an errand.”

“Was that errand to cut my promising future short?”

“That’s just a hobby. What you’re holding there is the errand.”

You took the school newspaper from my hand and skillfully got the newspaper to take a tranquilizer.

“That’s a weirdly blue drug. You sure it’s safe?”

“The newspaper needs to be calmed all the way down to the blueprint level. There, all done.”

You handed the newspaper back and turned around.

“Make sure to read through it again.”

“Sure, sure. Today’s Scorpio lucky color is curry and lucky word is curry. Your special someone for today is curry.”

I saw the aerial warship land, the car and police train stop, the manhole cover open, and the criminals, heroes, cops, and ordinary people rush toward the neighborhood curry place.

You turned back from the classroom entrance.

“What are you about to rewrite with that pen?”

“I was just wondering if I could change my financial fortunes with this.”

'''Author Comment:

I think this is a phase everyone goes through, but it’s also a difficult feeling to describe.

It’s like you’re zoning out or something.

It’s like you’re experiencing nostalgia in real time or feeling future nostalgia in advance.