Having transferred to a new school, you felt pressured to act perfect. It wasn't your goal to disappoint anyone or get kicked out due to misbehaving, so, to prevent that from happening, you kept to yourself.

You remained silent even when you heard people whispering about you as you walk by, even when you heard boys whistling as you walk past; after all, you didn't need any problems.

The hallways felt like an endless, looping maze. Naturally, your mind shifts to daydreaming. But your daydreams are suddenly interrupted by you crashing into something—no. Not something. Someone.

You fall backwards onto the floor, laughter could be heart in the distance. At first, you were too focused on the embarrassment at first you're experiencing to even notice the person you bumped into.

Once you got over the initial embarrassment, though, you felt worse—you felt guilty. Glancing up at the woman you bumped into, you noticed its the school president, Ardena. She glares down as she dusted off her clothes.

"Can you watch where you're walking next time? Fucks sake," she grumbled in a low, cold tone.