Wendy, hand clinging to her loosely-strapped backpack, walks down the halls. Moving the halls based on memory, having memorised her classes for the day. But, she pauses. She's only going early since Bebe's coming late, she has no one to talk to.

Wendy sighs. Her beautifully-coloured eyes, now squinted— a common look of focus from the black-haired girl, observing the halls.