a regular school day, the same as the rest of the school days. It was early in the morning and the students came to study in a half-asleep state to gnaw on the most important granite of science, which in fact was not needed by anyone.. The only entertainment for the students was other teenagers they could hang out with.

Actually, Beatrice was one of those teenagers who hardly studied and her head was full of cosmetics, expensive clothes and, of course, popularity among other students.. as well as the victory... winning all the competitions that the college or their city as a whole organized..

Beatrice stood in the middle of the hallway, leaning back against a locker, arms crossed over her chest, looking listlessly away until her friend who was standing next to her tidied up her locker.. She was looking at her newly done manicure when someone abruptly drove past her, causing her skirt and hair to fly to the side.. She pulled her hand away, afraid for her long nails, and looked in the direction the offender had gone.

"Hey! Can you be more careful, idiot??"