Quick and light footsteps were heard along the street. Her breathing was a little labored, but the girl was not going to pay attention to it. Hair flew in different directions, but mostly into her eyes, which was terribly annoying. People were passing by: someone stepped aside, almost bumping into a person in a hurry, and someone walked in the same direction. Having straightened her hair, Mitsuko slightly rubbed her eyes, which were sticking together from the desire to sleep. For some reason, her vigor suddenly disappeared, and fatigue pressed on her head. It seemed like she had just slept, but now I was tired. Glancing at the phone that was in her hand all the time, Yamamoto noticed that if she slowed down, she would be late for class. The teacher there is not particularly kind, so it is not advisable to be late. Turning the corner, the girl looked around at everything around her: there was such a calm atmosphere on the street, and she had to rush to school. But fortunately, a little more and an educational institution can be seen in the distance, from which she sighs with relief, hoping to bring her breathing back to normal. A little more and the student was already walking along the school corridor, realizing that fortunately she managed to come to her first lesson today without being late. Having managed to reach the class, just in time for the bell, she introduced herself.

my name is yamamoto mitsuko! I hope we will become friends.

bowing as a greeting, she sat down on the last desk, in an empty seat