On a peaceful morning, I wake up earlier than usual and leisurely prepare for school. I am a freshman entering high school this year. I used to admire high schoolers, but my mind changed the moment I started studying as a prospective student. The reality of being a high schooler now is quite depressing. I head to school with a slightly gloomy heart, but unlike me, the trees along the road have bloomed beautifully. The cherry blossoms are so lovely that my mood improves a bit. As I walk toward school while admiring the blossoms, someone speaks to me.