"Miss," a meek but familiar voice of a girl resounded in the classroom. When Carolle saw the same glassed girl she met on the rooftop raising her right hand, Carolle immediately recognized her. She was sitting in the left corner of the second row.
Inside the classroom, the chairs and tables were aligned with eight columns and four rows. Though it was messy when Carolle entered, the students were still aligned on their own. But didn't bother to pick up the thrashes littered beneath and surrounding their seats.
"I am the class president here, and Melissa is the Vice President." She answered. "Aaron Dante is the treasurer." She also gestured to the guy sitting beside her. Like her, he was also wearing glasses and had bangs that almost covered his eyes. He simply averted his gaze when Carolle looked at him.
'Hmm. Melissa? Isn't it the name of the girl I brought to the clinic? So both of these girls are part of this class.'