Slowly standing to my full height, I then brushed flecks of grass from my skirt, taking the chance to admire my short but shapely legs.
In one move, I faced the girl who seemed to want to make trouble. So, this is Fallia Grishaw from A-class, the girl who, for some reason, decided to grace me with her insignificant presence.
Sigh, it is not like its end of the year yet and with what a little over four years to go beating her down right away might be too much of a hassle.
I took in her entire form. "So this girl, why didn't she just simply jump off a cliff and cease bothering me?" I thought in distaste.
Fallia Grishaw stood there tall, pretty with a slight, dignified charm about her the true confidence of a daughter from a high-ranking family. In an instant, I disliked her.
Why?
Fallia is annoyingly around the same height as I was in my first life. That reason was good enough.
