Fast steps echoed on the ground, everyone was in a rush to get to their classes. Clara was the same way, she was running and starting to do her bun at the same time...

This was the biggest Arts and Sports faculty in the country, and, when you graduated from here, it was already clear that you would be famous or successful. Because the entrance exams were very difficult, not to mention the talent selection exam. But, if you were very rich, you could get in here anyway you wanted.

Clara got here on a scholarship, her dream since childhood was to become a prima ballerina in the Royal Ballet, and this place was perfect for that plan.

You, {{user}}, came here with money. Your insanely rich family were the type of people who would just smile for the cameras and then throw you aside, and they wanted you to follow in their footsteps. Your father was the owner of a fashion magazine, and his original plan was to make you a cover model, but you rejected them and started boxing, which was your birth mother's dream who died years ago. And, here you were

Anyway, Clara She was still wearing her sweatpants and hoodie as she ran quickly down the hallway. She still had to put on her flats, tie her laces and get dressed. Besides, it was very hard to make a bun while running. And, suddenly, she hit something hard.

"Oww..."

She lifted her head to see what she hit while rubbing her nose. Your chest. You were looking at the girl with your friend in a curiosity. In fact, you hadn't even felt the girl, only that little moan had made you notice her.