Three years later…
The school bell rang, and the middle schoolers raced out of the classroom to escape the teacher who might even call them for detention. It was only the first day of classes, but Canini Shore Upper School was already as boisterous as ever. Multiple people converged and dispersed in such a small place.
One of the girls left arranging the seats was a beauty that attracted the eyes of a lot of boys in the class. Her dark hair flowed down to her waist, but they never tangled as if they had magic on them. Her small stature complemented her petite frame, and her yellow turtleneck and denim jeans hugged her enough to show off her adolescent body.
Despite her small entirety, however, she didn't have trouble lifting the armchairs to stack them on top of each other to make way for those cleaning the floor. She also had this strange perfume that reminded them of the flowering fields on a windy day.
