For the hundredth time that morning, Karina took a deep breath. The start of a year she thought would be unlucky enough to bring a new leaf into her life. Because, of course, her book's first page is crammed with vexing recollections.
The girl strolled sluggishly along the school hallway.
The new year has here, as has the new semester. She considers if she should break first or look for a new lover.
Brak! The girl's shoulder had been struck.
She said angrily, "Shit!"
Someone had just hit Karina, not Karina.
When the girl spotted the rough guy who hit her, she rolled her eyes and walked away, not planning to apologize.
Swearing was about to escape her lips when she noticed someone she recognized, and his mouth just hovered in the air.
Karina, on the other hand, is unaware of that individual. Only her face is familiar to her.
Furthermore....
The angel that assisted her at the moment was the person who strolled next to the nasty guy who hit her.
